Mrs Malfoy

A/N: I'm sorry about the long update, I had a very busy weekend and wasn't able to write as often as I would have liked. But I hope that this update will make up for it. It's about ten pages on word, so that should help with DracoHerm73's need for longer chapters, and give WeDoNotSpeak their fix. :)

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This chapter should also fill the requirement for Draco_Lover's need for smut. ;)

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~Charlie

Chapter 6

Hermione sat on the bed and slipped off her trainers. Merlin, had it been a long day. The shoes hit the floor with a few ‘clump’s and Hermione fell back against the bed. She couldn’t believe all the things that had happened in the five years since they had been out of school. She had broken up with Ron, slept with Malfoy, slept with Malfoy some more, gotten pregnant at some point, married Malfoy…

They had spent a few hours at the elder Malfoys’ house. They ate dinner there—Rose sitting on Hermione’s lap the entire time even though it hindered Hermione from eating her own food. When Hermione had asked about the small house and why they did not reside in the Manor as she and Draco did, they said that it was because there were far too many bad memories in that house. Draco had countered and said that he had had the entire Manor redone and it was now nothing like it had been during the war. Apparently, Draco had stayed in a flat with Hermione in Wizard London while the renovations were being done and they had moved into the Manor together just a short while before learning that Hermione was pregnant with Rose.

Lucius and Narcissa also told Hermione some stories about Draco when he had been courting her. Apparently, he had come home after school was out and said, ‘Mother, Father, I am in a relationship with Hermione Granger, and she’s a Muggle-born. If you have a problem with that, I don’t care.’

And then, about two years later, he had done the same thing except the wording was a bit different. ‘Mother, Father, I’m in love with Hermione Granger, and she’s having my child, and we’re getting married. If you have a problem with that, I don’t care.’

They had also told her stories and stories about Rose and had pulled out a photo album to show her Rose’s first steps and the like. It had been so strange, seeing all of these things about her daughter and yet not remembering any of it. Nothing had rung a bell in her memory and it made her feel like a bad mother in a way.

She put her hands in her hair and pulled. Everything had changed, yes. But in a way, she was happy. Her life wasn’t predictable, at least. If she had woken up one day without her memories next to Ron, she probably would have been happy and content straight away to find that she was married to him and had their two perfect children.

But Ron had five children….and she did have her two perfect children. She had a beautiful little daughter who was a complete daddy’s girl, and she was pregnant with a son. She put her hand over her stomach. She was pregnant.

Draco walked over to the bed and put a hand over hers. She looked up at him and smiled. He was smiling, too. He was also shirtless. She coughed lightly as she felt herself moaning at the look of his hard chest. She stood up quickly. ‘I guess I should put some bedclothes on,’ she murmured.

‘Of course, love,’ he said and let her go.

She walked into her closet and looked around for bedclothes but could find nothing but lingerie. ‘Draco?’ she called. ‘There aren’t any clothes in here.’

He laughed and walked into her large closet. He pulled out a drawer at the bottom of a short dresser and pulled out a pair of sweats and a large baggy t-shirt. ‘This is what you wear when you don’t want me to touch you,’ he said, putting the clothes into her outstretched arms and kissing her on the cheek before going back into the bedroom.

Hermione looked at the clothes in her hands. If she didn’t want him to touch her? She looked around the closet. She probably had fifty sets of lingerie and just one set of old baggy sweats. So how often did she want him to touch her? It was obviously about fifty times as often as she didn’t want him to touch her.

Did she want him to touch her? She contemplated this. She had been thinking about how sexy he had been that morning, and then later in the morning when he had practically shagged her—would have if they hadn’t been wearing clothing, no doubt—and that look in his eyes…gods, she must have fallen in love with him right then.

She looked between the sweats and the lingerie and made her choice.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Hermione walked out of her closet a few minutes later wearing a green lace negligee with matching lace knickers. Draco was already in bed, underneath the duvet. He was holding a book in one hand and had the other behind his head and—Merlin fuck how could reading spectacles look so darn sexy on him?

He looked at her briefly as she left the closet and then looked away and, in that moment, she felt suddenly very self-conscious. She had been hoping that he would see her like this and want her…but apparently it was nothing that he hadn’t seen hundreds of times before, even if she had only seen this version of her body a few times herself.

But then he did a double take and his eyes roamed from the top of her head to her tip toes and back up again. His gaze felt like caresses as he smiled slightly. He then cleared his throat. ‘Were the sweats not to your liking?’ he asked.

‘Well…’ she started, embarrassed. Damn it, she thought that he would just get the hint.

‘Because I can get you a pair of mine if you need them. Don’t think that you have to wear that if you don’t want to, Hermione.’

‘Damn it, Draco,’ Hermione said. This nice-guy thing was going a bit too far. Even though she liked that Malfoy seemed to be honestly in love with her and like being married to her and that he so loved their daughter, she wanted to see the old him sometimes. She wanted that evil smirk and that sexy drawl, damn it! ‘I thought that you would get the hint, but obviously you’re a bit too thick!’

The smile slid from his face. ‘What?’

‘You said that if I wore those it meant I didn’t want you to touch me…so I put these on hoping that you would get the hint that I do want you to touch me.’

He put down his book on the bedside table along with his reading glasses and threw the duvet off of himself. He was wearing only a pair of silver boxers. ‘Good,’ he said. ‘I just wanted to make sure that that was what you wanted before I did this...’ His hand went into her hair and pulled her entire body towards him. She melted against him as his mouth crashed against hers.

After a too short kiss, he pulled away and tipped her head to the side with the hand that was still in her hair. He kissed her jaw and her neck and sucked lightly on one of her earlobes. His other hand was wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly against his body, and she could feel the reaction that he was having to kissing her.

He stopped suddenly and breathed heavily into her ear. ‘I’ve never done this before.’

‘What?’ Hermione asked, confused.

‘I’ve never slept with you while you didn’t remember,’ he said. ‘It always seemed wrong, but you’re so close to being back. I just wish you’d remember everything.’

She pulled his hair back so that he was forced to look into her face. ‘Show me, Draco. Maybe I’ll remember if you show me.’

‘Show you what?’ he asked.

‘Show me how I fell for you. Do to me exactly what you did that first night that we were together,’ she pleaded. ‘Show me.’

He looked into her determined face for a few moments before dipping his head once again and kissing her. Then he pulled away reluctantly. ‘I need to get some stuff.’

‘Stuff?’ she asked.

‘We were in school and I was a teenage boy when we did this, Hermione. We need a few things.’

‘What’s that?’ she asked.

‘Stop asking questions,’ he smiled. ‘You’ll see.’

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Now Hermione was nervous. More nervous than she had been when she had been wearing the lacy green negligee. This was worse. This was just plain sick fantasy material. But it had been her idea.

She pulled the skirt down a little further and loosened the tie a bit. She looked in the mirror. Now that she was once again wearing her Hogwarts uniform, she could almost pretend that they were back to almost six years ago when this had originally happened. She un-tucked the Oxford, not feeling comfortable with it tucked in.

‘Hermione?’ Draco called from the bedroom.

‘Yeah,’ she said softly. ‘Just one second.’

She finally adjusted the school uniform to what felt right and walked back out of her closet. Draco was standing there wearing his old Hogwarts uniform. He had grown out of his a bit, though Hermione’s still fit her the same. But he still looked attractive. Very attractive. She swept her eyes over his form. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ she said.

‘Then get over here, Granger,’ he said in a slightly sneering voice, quickly shifting into character.

She walked slowly over to him. He pulled her to him as he had done before, but this time his lips did not touch hers. He yanked her hair back to expose her throat to him and he licked one long lick from her collar bone to her chin. Hermione moaned at his roughness. It was the Draco that she had wanted to see.

He bit her neck softly as the hand not in her hair grabbed her tie and began wrapping it around his hand. ‘You’re going to like this, Granger,’ he said. He then suddenly pushed her to her knees. They hit hard against the hard-wood floor and she cried out. ‘Well what are you waiting for, Granger,’ he smirked. ‘There’s only one reason you’re down there.’ She tried to protest, to say that she had never done anything like that before but he had his hand still wrapped around her tie and pulled it up slightly. She felt somewhat dizzy as the tie around her neck cut off her breathing. ‘Undo my trousers,’ he commanded.

She quickly reached forward and undid the button. She pushed down the zipper as fast as she could and he released the tie somewhat, letting her breathe again. She found the silver boxers that he had been wearing before underneath the trousers. She pushed the trousers down and away and then looked back up at him. ‘Don’t stop now, Granger,’ he said. She sighed and pushed the boxers down over his hips. His erection—his cock, she mentally corrected—was hard and seemed to be pointing right at her.

‘Malfoy, I don’t know how…’ she murmured, embarrassed that she didn’t know something.

He smirked. ‘Well then that certainly means that Weasley hasn’t done this, doesn’t it?’ he asked and grinned. ‘Which means we will be.’ He pulled the tie again to cut off her air supply. She looked up at him in fear and for a second he dropped his façade and she could see the love there, but he quickly pushed that emotion away and drawled, ‘suck it, Granger.’

She put her hands on his hips and moved forward slightly. Black spots were dancing in front of her vision as she stuck her tongue out and licked the head. He hissed and released the tie again. Oxygen flooded back into her lungs for a moment before his other hand—which was still in her hair—pulled her closer to his cock. She opened her mouth and he shoved it in.

She gagged slightly but relaxed her throat and opened her mouth wider to take him in. He stayed still for a few moments so that she could adjust but then slowly started thrusting into her mouth, one hand still on her hair, keeping her still and the other still on the tie, threatening her with oxygen deprivation. Hermione was shocked to realise though, after she moved one hand from his hip to the base of his cock and began pumping slowly the part of his shaft that could not fit in her mouth, that this was all turning her on. She could feel wetness seeping into her knickers and she moaned around his cock when he let out a moan.

And even though his hand was controlling her head and even though his hips were making lazy thrusts into her mouth, she knew that she was really the one in control here. She tightened her lips around his cock and began sucking him, her teeth barely grazing the head as he pulled out somewhat. ‘Fuck, Granger!’ he shouted. She looked up at him in apology and stopped what she was doing. ‘No, that was fucking amazing,’ he said. ‘Don’t stop.’

She smiled as well as she could with his cock still in her mouth and she continued to suck him and lick him and graze her teeth lightly along him and pump him with her hand. She was getting the hang of it when her jaw began to ache. She groaned slightly at the pain, and Malfoy moaned—she guessed from the vibrations in her throat. She did it again and he moaned again.

He was jerking now, not the smooth thrusts that he had been doing before and then he grabbed the tie again and pulled up sharply. Hermione choked and looked up at him. ‘Swallow it, Granger,’ he said.

Her eyes watered slightly from the pain in her neck and the pain in her throat and then he jerked forward and pushed on the back of her head so she had no choice but to start swallowing when his spunk hit the back of her throat. He let go of the tie and she breathed greedily through her nostrils as she continued to swallow.

He finally let go of her and took a few steps back. She nearly fell forwards onto the ground as her body sucked in the oxygen surrounding her. She stretched her jaw somewhat and found that it was hurting quite a bit. She could also taste that saltiness of Draco’s cum on her tongue and she tried out the taste for a few moments before deciding that she didn’t really mind the taste. The worst part about all of it though was how wet she was. It was not just seeping into her knickers now…she would be lucky if she ever wore these knickers again they were so drenched.

Malfoy pulled his boxers up and shook off his trousers. He then pulled her up from her kneeling position and smiled. ‘Your turn, Granger.’

She was confused, but he turned her around and pushed her towards the large mahogany bed. He bent her over the side of it, and it was tall enough that when she was bent at the hips, her body could lay flat across it while her feet were flat on the floor. He then pushed her skirt up. ‘Merlin, Granger, I can smell your cunt. It smells so fucking good.’ He put a finger in each side of her knickers and pulled them down her legs slowly. ‘So fucking wet. You loved sucking me off, didn’t you, wench?’

She moaned softly as his fingers danced around the edges of her cunt. He then smacked her arse. ‘Didn’t you?’ he asked again.

‘Yes,’ she moaned. Why was she so turned on by him being all controlling and an arse? She had no idea…but she was enjoying it somuch. She guessed that she was probably enjoying it a bit more than her younger self would have as well, because now she had the knowledge that Draco loved her and would never do anything to really hurt her, whereas she wouldn’t have known that back then. As one of her snippets had shown though, she hadn’t really cared if he would have killed her…after all, Ron had just fucked Lavender ‘The Slut’ Brown right in front of her face.

‘Good girl,’ Malfoy said condescendingly. ‘You liked that smack as well, didn’t you?’ he sneered, making her admit that she enjoyed that little punishment. But she didn’t say anything. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction that soon. ‘Didn’t you?’ he asked again, but she remained silent.

He moved away from her and she turned to see him grabbing his book that he had been reading before off the bedside table. ‘Malfoy, what…?’ she asked but he stopped her.

‘Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to, Granger,’ he said as he stood back behind her. She heard a slight whooshing sound and then felt the hard-covered book slap hard against her arse.

‘Oh!’ she let out softly. That hurt. And yet…Godric damn it! it had felt good at the same time.

He rubbed her arsecheek softly and then smacked the other one with the book. ‘Tell me you like it, Granger, and I’ll stop,’ he said and swatted her again.

She moaned softly again but she would not give in, especially since it felt so good. The sharp pain and then the burning hot sting that came afterwards and then the subsequent smack to that pulsing skin. He smacked her with the book five or six more times before he stopped. She moaned again, but this time it was in protest.

His face was suddenly right by hers. ‘I know what you’re doing, Granger,’ he said with a smirk. ‘Tell me you like it, or I won’t continue.’

She stuck her tongue out at him. ‘Bastard,’ she said. He grinned. He then went back behind her and caressed her bottom softly. He outlined her cunt with his fingers and then plunged one digit in. He fucked her slowly with that one digit—never adding another, never going faster, just slow and steady and it was not enough! ‘Damn it, I liked it!’ she cried.

He smacked her bottom with the hand that wasn’t otherwise occupied and said, ‘I know, Granger. You’d never be this wet if you hadn’t. I just wanted to hear you say it.’

He pulled his finger out of her and grabbed the book back up, smacking her five or six times again on the bottom, her moaning in want each time. Then he dropped the book to the ground and Hermione felt his breath right at her cunt—she assumed he was now on his knees. ‘Who ever knew you were hiding this, Granger? Definitely the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen.’ She then felt the most amazing sensation as his tongue came out of his mouth and slid along the edges of her cunt. She moaned again. She realised that even breathing was somewhat erotic since her throat was sore from Draco’s cock and the dull ache just turned her on more.

‘Merlin fuck, Draco. No wonder I married you.’

He stood up and smacked her arse again. ‘What the fuck did you say, Granger?’ he said.

She groaned. She had forgotten for the moment that they were still pretending that they were back in school. Gods, imagine if she had said something like that to him back in school. ‘Nothing, Malfoy.’

‘Good,’ he said. He quickly unclasped her skirt and pulled it down her legs. ‘Now go lie down on the bed.’

She stood up from her bent position and clambered onto the bed. She lay down in the middle of the large bed and looked over to him. She could see the lust in his eyes and the lust in his pants—his cock was already hard again. She moaned.

He loosened his tie and pulled it over his head before climbing onto the bed and stalking over to her. He quickly and deftly undid the buttons to her Oxford, pulling it off of her shoulders, making her arch her back so that he could pull it fully off. This left her in nothing but a bra and her tie.

‘Put your arms above your head,’ he murmured. He was kneeling over her, his legs between her open thighs. She obeyed silently all the while looking at his chest peeking through the opened buttons of his shirt. He tied his tie around one of her wrists and then looped the tie through one of the bedposts and tied it around her other wrist, securing her arms above her head. She looked up and tried to give them a tug, but the tie only got tighter the harder she pulled. He undid her bra and pulled it up so that it was hanging up by her wrists. She was now naked save the tie.

He smirked and sat back. He unbuttoned his Oxford and pulled it off of himself, throwing it to the floor. He was now just wearing the silver boxers that he had been wearing earlier. His eyes then roamed her body. ‘I can’t believe you trust me to do this, Granger.’

This rung a bell in Hermione’s brain—one of her snippets. ‘I just found out that the man I love is fucking someone else, Malfoy. You could kill me and I wouldn’t care.’ He looked shocked for a moment. ‘Snippet, sorry,’ she explained.

‘Ah,’ he said. He trailed a finger from the top of her head down her face, over her lips, down her chin, over her neck, between her heaving breasts, across the slight bulge of her tummy, and to the neatly trimmed hair between her thighs. ‘Weasley sure did fuck up when he fucked that slag,’ he said, smiling slightly.

‘Was that a compliment, Malfoy?’ she asked, shocked that he would have said something like that when he was nineteen.

He looked startled. ‘No,’ he said quickly. He loosened her tie and pulled it up her face so that it was covering her eyes. He then pulled it tight so that she couldn’t see anything. Damn. She liked looking at him.

He moved away from her and she groaned at the loss of contact. She heard some rustling around the bedside table area and then he was back. She figured that he was sitting next to her since he was no longer on top of her and she could feel what felt like a knee against her side. ‘Malfoy, what—’ she was about to ask as he seemed to be doing nothing when she felt something sharp flit across her nipple. She felt the areola go instantly hard at the contact, not knowing what it was or what he was doing. Then his mouth was on her nipple, licking it and sucking it softly into his mouth.

He let it free with a ‘pop.’ She then felt the same sharp sensation on her other nipple. It was sharp and a little…wet? And it seemed to leave behind some sort of sticky residue. ‘What is that?’ she asked.

He repeated his ministrations on her other nipple before he spoke. ‘Guess, Granger.’ He then slid the sharp object between her breasts and down her stomach. It wasn’t sharp enough to draw blood, just enough to scratch slightly. He straddled her again this time and licked the path that the object had made. He seemed to be licking up the sticky trail that it was making…like it was candy or something.

‘Sugar quill!’ she said happily.

He stopped licking her tummy and said in a voice that obviously held a smile, ‘very good, Granger. I think that deserves a reward.’

His fingers slid back down between her legs, spreading her open and caressing her lips. Then two fingers held her open and ohgodricinfuckinghell! Her hips jerked up as the nib of the sugar quill made contact with her exposed clit. She moaned out loud and he chuckled. He scratched her clit with the sugar quill again and she nearly died. ‘Malfoy, please, it’s too much,’ she cried out. Her entire body was shaking as he did it again and again. Finally, when she thought that she could not take a single more stroke because her body was so tense that it would probably just implode, he moved the quill away and sucked her clit into his mouth.

She exploded.

It was the most intense orgasm that she had ever had--or could ever remember having, rather. Her entire body was wracked with shudders and he kept licking and sucking her poor little sensitive bundle of nerves until her body went limp. She was breathing so heavy and her body was covered in sweat. He took a long swipe of her cunt and then undid the tie/blindfold. She looked up at him with hazy eyes. Her body felt so lethargic after that amazing orgasm. She had felt nothing even remotely close to that with Ron. Of course, it had been her first time, but even after the pain from his initial entry had faded, she still had felt nothing even close to anything that she had felt with Draco.

She had had the faint notion that the second or third time that they would have sex that it would be better. It was just that she had lost her virginity that it was not at all pleasurable. But Ron had obviously felt nothing, and she had obviously felt nothing, so she guessed that it had been for the best that she had seen Ron fucking Lavender and that Malfoy had been there to convince her to fuck him. She smiled lazily up at him, sugar quill hanging from between his lips like a fag or a piece of wheat. ‘That was incredible.’

He smirked and removed the sugar quill. ‘And we haven’t even fucked yet.’

She moaned again at that. She had almost forgotten after that incredible orgasm that they hadn’t even had sex. That had all been foreplay. But the way that he was looking at her now she knew that it was time for the sex. He undid the tie of one of her wrists so that her hands were free and they immediately went to the back of his neck—the Slytherin green tie still hanging from one of her wrists—to pull him down for a kiss. He stopped her though. ‘We didn’t kiss,’ he said softly, and kissed the side of her neck instead.

She understood perfectly. Why would she kiss Draco Malfoy if she didn’t have to? Why would he kiss her? That was too much emotion, and this was just supposed to be a revenge fuck. She kissed his strong chin instead and moved her feet up to push his boxers off. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. He allowed her to push his pants off, and then he was kneeling there, between her knees, his cock hard once again. He lowered his hips slightly and ran the head of his cock through her cunt, dampening it with her wetness.

She moaned softly as he slowly entered her. Once the head was fully enclosed in her tight lips, he thrust hard, sinking into her to the hilt. He thrust a few times and she met each one of his thrusts with her arching her hips up slightly. ‘I know this feels really fucking good, Malfoy,’ she said quickly lest she lose all her breath. ‘But this is how Ron fucked me.’

He smirked and grabbed one of her legs in his hand, throwing it over his shoulder. He then leaned against that leg so that she was wide open and in a better position to take his thrusts. He began fucking her again, faster now than before and she moaned as she felt a little spark every time he thrust in and every time he pulled out. Her moans were cried to the ceiling and he caressed her breast with one of his hands, rolling the nipple between his nimble fingers.

She pushed her head back hard against the pillows under her head. She couldn’t take much more, she was getting closer and closer to that wonderful peak with every thrust he made and her breath was getting shorter and her skin was covered in that fine sheen of perspiration that can only be created by the efforts of sex.

He pulled out fluidly and suddenly and quickly and she groaned from the loss, especially since she knew that she had been so close. He grabbed her waist and rolled them over so that she was on top of him. ‘Sit up,’ he said. She did as he commanded. He grabbed her hips and moved them back until she was sitting just above his cock. ‘Ride me.’

She felt the head of his cock at her entrance and lowered herself down slightly, feeling him enter her slowly. She kept going and finally came to a halt when her hips were fully seated on his. She moaned again—the scratchiness of her throat making the sound husky. It felt so good to have him fully inside her. She tightened her inner muscles and heard him hiss. ‘Move, Granger,’ he said. She tried to move but just rocking forward slightly gave her such an intense feeling of pleasure that she almost came.

She moved herself up slightly and lowered back down a few times, each time hitting that fucking sweet spot that made her shiver on top of him. All too soon and not soon enough, his fingers came down from her breasts to rub her clit gently. He did this at the moment she took him in fully once again and holybloodyfuckinghell she came. She screamed out his name—Draco, not Malfoy—and felt his hips jerk up against hers as he reached his orgasm as well, his smooth voice hissing out a string of obscenities.

She collapsed on him, her heart beating a million miles an hour and her breath coming in sharp pants. He shifted them slightly so that they were both on their sides and one of her legs was thrown over his hip and he was still inside her. He kissed her then and she knew that their game—or repeat—was now over. She kissed him back with everything that she could muster and hugged his body close to herself as he pulled up the duvet to cover them. When their breathing finally slowed and they looked tiredly into each other’s eyes, Hermione finally asked, ‘is that really how it was?’

He smiled. ‘Pretty darn close,’ he said. ‘It was “Hogwarts: A History” that I spanked you with last time…and you didn’t scream out “Draco” until about four months after we started shagging.’ She smiled. ‘I remember, because I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out when you screamed that instead of “Malfoy” or “Ferret.”’

She laughed. ‘I screamed “Ferret?”’

‘Just once,’ he smiled. ‘And I got you back for it, no worries.’

She yawned and closed her eyes. ‘Good,’ she said softly.

‘Get some sleep, love,’ he said as he kissed her gently. ‘Tomorrow’s a big day.’

‘What’s that?’ she asked tiredly.

‘It’s our anniversary.’