Merlin's Coven

Merlin’s Coven

Chapter 7

“Draco!” Hermione tapped Draco on the shoulder. He swept her off her feet and carried her to their bedroom nook in the Room of Requirement. He spread hot kisses down her chest when the little forest sprite made his presence known again.

“Oh, that’s just Worth. He’s a forest sprite, whatever that is. He popped out of the sixth trunk, just before our wedding.”

“Our wedding? Gosh Draco we are married!” Hermione was still shell shocked. “I love you, Mr. Malfoy,” she said.

“MmmHmm, love you too, Mrs. Malfoy.” Hearing her new name sounded so strange. “Worth this is my bride. You should listen to anything she says. You will protect her. For now, I’d like you to wait outside the door for me and make sure nobody comes in here. I intend on being quite loud and do not want to be pestered by anyone,” Draco nibbled on Hermione’s neck at this.

“Yes,Draco, sir. Nobody gets in. Do I have permission to use deadly force to prevent any lurkers?”

“No! Just watch and take notes for now. Nobody comes in though.” The little nymph grumbled but left.

“Draco? Are we going to talk about that?” Hermione pointed.

“Not right now, we aren’t. You have way too much clothing on.” The couple groped and fondled, until their clothes lay in a heap on the floor. Draco was hard as a rock. Making love to Hermione, was all he could think about. He kissed her ankles first, making his way up her legs, his fingers gently stroking her warm supple skin. Hermione quaked at the feel of his touch and his gentle kisses.

“When you touch me, it feels so good. Do you think it’s magic, or is this how being in love is supposed to feel?” Draco smiled at his beautiful bride and continued what he was doing. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her neatly trimmed mound, and Hermione moaned.

“Draco, you don’t have to do that,” Hermione said nervously.

“I want to taste you…wife,” Draco grinned at her, before plunging his tongue into her wetness. Hermione writhed and wriggled, the sensations almost too much for her to endure. His tongue gently flicked over her most sensitive area, and then, when she didn’t think she could take anymore, he slid a finger inside her body and sucked her clit in such a way she immediately felt her head in the clouds and her whole body trembling like an earthquake resided in her. She opened her eyes to see Draco, eyes closed, licking her sweet juices up. His expression was that of total rapture and Hermione decided that her worry over climaxing in his mouth was not warranted.

“Let me do the same for you Draco,” Hermione said. She leaned up, after her glorious orgasm had subsided, her bulging belly beginning to make it hard for her to get out of bed on her own. Seeing her struggle, Draco took her hand and pulled her up.

“I’m disgustingly fat,” she whined.

“You’re beautiful, Hermione. And watch who you call fat! That’s my wife and my son you are insulting,” Draco smirked. He knelt between Hermione’s legs, and Hermione let her fingers explore his manliness. She loved his lean body that rippled gracefully down his chest and abdomen. The soft line of hair that fell beneath his belly button was so perfect, as she pressed her lips against him and then blew where she had kissed, watching satisfying goose bumps erupt over his light skin. She wanted to touch him and taste him forever, he felt so good and so right. She stroked his full length with her hand, her other hand massaging his balls as he shivered with pleasure. She gazed up into his beautiful, angelic face, to see him looking down at her, with lust in his eyes and love in his heart. Hermione leaned forward more now and took his tip into her mouth. The feeling was incredible and Draco groaned. He was struck with the image of a boyhood fantasy from years past. He had wanked to this very fantasy, Hermione Granger, sucking him off, ever since their fourth year. He never knew it would ever be anything more then a fantasy though. Her tongue ran circles around his tip and then she took him in deeper, her mouth creating a suction around his pulsating cock. Her spit rolled down his shaft as she took him into her mouth, deeper and deeper, now able to feel his head grinding against the back of her tonsils. His hands were in her hair now as he held her head tenderly, while Hermione continued to suck her husband.

“That feels…incredible…More..Oh Hermione,” he called out and Hermione picked up her pace. Draco’s head rolled back and a deep, guttural moan, escaped his lips as she took him to new heights. He suddenly stopped and pulled himself out of her mouth. “Gotta stop, love. I don’t think you want me cumming in your mouth, and I really want to make love to you before I do anyway,” Draco said, his face flushed and his heart beating rapidly. Hermione smiled, feeling pleased with herself.

“I don’t mind, really. I want to taste you too.”

“Another time. Trust me…I won’t be complaining,” Draco said, laying her back softly against the bed. He stroked the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His finger was exploring again and Hermione arched her back, trying to push him into her further.

“Oh Draco, I need to feel you now,” Draco positioned himself between her legs, and slid into her. He moved slowly, with long strokes, allowing her feel every inch of his long, thick manhood. Her head thrashed on the pillow feeling a pleasure she had only ever felt with Draco when they made love.

“Roll over baby. I want to bury myself in you so deep. You will like this.” Draco helped her onto her hands and knees. Hermione had never done it this way, but she was eager to try new things with her husband. Everything so far had felt amazing. He held her lightly around the hips and then rubbed himself up and down in her wetness.

“Oh, stop teasing me and give it to me,” Hermione cried out in anticipation. He slid himself into her, pushing into her deeply. She gasped, his erection feeling even bigger than before, in this position.

“I told you, you would like it this way.” Draco thrust into her, his hands groping her arse as he pumped his love into her, feeling her hot warmth, engulf his throbbing member.

“Harder Draco,” Hermione called out, feeling her orgasm close. This position felt incredible and her belly was not in the way at all. Draco had been worried about hurting her, but with her insistence, he thrust into her, giving her all of himself. He moved faster and harder and Hermione was crying out his name now. Her juices exploded over him and Draco could hold out no longer. He shoved into her hard, one last time and then erupted inside her. His breaths ragged and feeling spent he collapsed next to her as the aftershocks of their orgasm, swept over them both.

“I love you wife,” Draco kissed her on the forehead.

“Love you too husband. That was so fucking good.” Draco looked shocked to hear Hermione speak in such a way. He chuckled and rolled over to hold her. Their lips met and they began kissing again. Several minutes rolled by and Hermione reached down and began stroking Draco again. His dick was coaxed back up to attention.

“Want me to get on top this time?” Hermione said crawling onto her husband’s lap.

“Is this what I should expect, being married to you? Because if so, I wish we had done this years ago!” Draco leaned up, wrapping his arms around his wife and biting on her neck as she positioned herself over his manhood. They both groaned at feeling him enter her again.

“This just feels so right, doesn’t it? Like we were meant to be like this.” He held her around the middle, supporting her back, while she rocked gently over top of him, his tongue flicking across her nipples and her face pressed against his silvery blond hair.

“Can’t live without my cock can you?” Draco smirked and thrust up into her, causing Hermione to throw her head back in ecstasy.

“No. I want you like this all the time. Did we have guests downstairs?”

“Fuck ‘em. I don’t care about any of them,” Draco moaned feeling himself edging closer as Hermione rode him.

Suddenly their palms started to blink. Draco tried to ignore it but he couldn’t. The blinking turned into a pulling sensation. Hermione reluctantly got up off him. Draco hurriedly dressed, putting his battle armor on. Hermione reached for her robe and tied it around herself.

“Master Draco! We must hurry! Our first of many battles is at hand!” Worth fluttered through the air, hovering over Hermione now as Draco dressed next to the bed.

“Stay here with my wife, Worth.”

“Yes, Master,” Worth said sitting down on the edge of the bed. Hermione pulled the covers up over herself, peeking out at the funny little man that called himself Worth.

“Don’t worry. It has to be good luck. I’m not going to die on our wedding day,” Draco said, when he noticed a worried expression on Hermione’s face. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She ran the back of her hand over his cheek and whispered.

“Be safe.”

Hermione was worried. Her palm blinked too and she didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Suddenly the rest of the coven members filled the Room of Requirement. The men seemed to know exactly what they had to do, while the women clamored around Hermione at her bedside.

“What’s happening?” Hermione called out and Ginny held her hand.

“It’s okay “Mione. The first battle is at hand. We should really be going too,” Ginny started to say and then realized that Hermione was in no condition to go.

Draco and Lupin, Ron and Oliver,Neville and Blaise and Fred and George all stood in the circle again. They were all packing their weapons that were given to them.

“Do we bring our wands?” Ron asked.

“We don’t need them,” Draco replied. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he knew it nonetheless.

“For Merlin!” Draco shouted and his battle cry was chanted by the rest of the men in the coven. Hermione and the girls watched on as blue light emanated from the circle. Draco was the first to disappear in a bluish white flash of light and then Lupin shortly followed. Hermione’s eyes grew wide as all the men had vanished leaving only a powdery fog behind, that quickly dissipated.

“Bloody hell, that was so cool! Did you see that?” Ginny said to the other girls. Pansy and Lavender were in a state of shock, but nodded just the same. Tonks, knelt down by Hermione.

“He’s going to be alright. He was chosen for a reason, as were you. I don’t believe his journey ends here tonight. Try to relax. Are you feeling okay?” Tonks swept a hand across Hermione’s forehead. She cringed.

“Get her a wet towel Pansy,” Tonks ordered, “She is burning with fever.” Pansy didn’t hesitate and now Ginny looked concerned.

“What’s wrong with ‘Mione?”

“I don’t know, but the maiden said she would be weak and that we were to care for her,” Tonks replied.

Pansy returned and placed a cool, wet towel over Hermione’s forehead.

“I know you may not believe me, but I don’t wish you any malcontent. Draco never loved me. I knew it, but…Ron…We have become very close. This coven is the best thing to ever happen to me. It’s as if the blinders have been taken off and I can finally see people for their true selves.” Hermione smiled and nodded. She felt the same way. It was as if all the disguises had been taken off. She and Draco had exchanged sexually charged banter, sprinkled with insults, for years, but now they were able to admit their true feelings for each other. Even Ron accepting her relationship with Draco was indicative of the coven’s gift of wisdom. Before the coven was formed, Ron would have never admitted that he and Hermione weren’t soul mates. It was if each and every person in the coven was now living their true potential. As Hermione lay there, she realized all thoughts led back to the snarky blond, that teased her endlessly and that captured her heart. Her husband. She desperately hoped Draco would be all right.

“I’m sure Oliver will kick ass. He;s such a strong and …Yeah…anyways…” Ginny said blushing.

“Oliver, huh? That’s great Ginny.” This made Hermione miss Draco even more.

“Draco?” Hermione called out with her thoughts. Silence. She tried not to worry.

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“ You must hurry, Harry! Do it now boy!” Mad Eye Moody shouted as he held a masked Death Eater at bay with a stunning spell. Harry had found one of the last remaining horcrux’s after The Order of the Phoenix’s, network of spies had procured invaluable intelligence. He stabbed the basilisk fang through the painting of Salazar Slytherin that hung in the Ministry. Voldemort had hidden one of his horcrux’s in plain sight. It was brilliant really. Nobody would think of hiding something in plain sight. Harry scratched and ripped at the picture frame, blood seeping from the canvas.

“Somebody bloody set us up! They had to have known we were coming tonight!” Harry spun around and disarmed a Death Eater, that had crept up on Moody without being noticed. Now the Order members, including Molly and Arthur Weasley stood, with their backs to each other, fighting the Death Eaters off.

“We have to get out of here! They have us outnumbered two to one Arthur!” Molly cried.

“We have to get to the floo network! The Ministry put securities on apparrating, when they knew You Know Who, was back,” Arthur said deflecting a spell that nearly hit his wife.

“We have you now! Your precious Order will be wiped out tonight, and you Harry Potter, will die!” Voldemort hissed, throwing back his hood to reveal the evilness in his eyes and the slits in his sunken nose.

“You are the one who will die Voldemort! “ Harry gritted his teeth and stood his ground.

“Crucio!” Allister Moody crumpled to his knees, excruciating pain ripping through his tortured body. Molly knelt to help him, though there was nothing she could do. Voldemort was laughing, loudly, as his minions of Death Eaters closed in on Harry and the Order.

Blue swirling light ricocheted off the walls and the Ministry was lit up with a blinding white light. Draco transformed first, followed by Lupin and then the others. Suddenly green light whizzed through the air and Draco threw his silver star like a boomerang, it’s razor sharp blades, glinting iridescent, as it deflected a frenzy of killing curses. He recognized Nott, his tall frame looming over Harry Potter, and he cast the weapon at him, the star slicing through him, the Death Eater falling to the floor. Ron pulled back his slingshot and released the tiny ball. It stuck to the wall where Bellatrix Lestrange and another masked Death Eater stood. With their eyes wide, they turned around, to see what it was the redhead had cast at them. When they saw the glowing ball, they began to laugh. Ron looked at the slingshot with disappointment, but then looked up when he heard a massive explosion. The ball had grown in size and exploded, sending Bellatrix and the other Death Eater to the ground, their wands completely disintegrated. Lupin cut a Death Eater down with his sword, the silver tip piercing the Death eaters heart as he fell dead. Draco spun and jumped, throwing the Silver Star over his shoulder and catching it and then whizzing it under his legs, as if he had used this weapon a thousand times before. Wood was disarming Death Eaters with his blade, their wands scuttling across the floor of the Ministry building. Fred and George were battling like the quidditch beaters that they were, moans and painful grunts being heard from the fallen Death Eaters. Voldemort moved in now, and Draco could see who his target was. Harry Potter was helping Allister Moody to his feet, while Molly and Arthur fought side by side with their sons. Only two Death Eaters remained. Voldemort held his wand out, a rising smirk on his face, as he prepared to deal out the killing curse onto an unsuspecting Harry Potter. Draco looked at Ron and Ron nodded.

“Now!” Draco yelled and he threw the star, like a baseball player would throw a fastball at Voldemort, hitting his hand with the wand pointed on Harry, and chopping it clean off. Ron pulled back on the silver ball and let the elastic strap go, the ball sticking to Voldemort’s cloak before expanding and exploding. Voldemort cried out in agony and then the Dark Lord and what was left of his Death Eaters disappeared in a swirl of black smoke. The battle was over…for now,anyways. The Order and Merlin’s Coven had dealt the Dark Lord a severe blow.

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Hermione thrashed with fever. She was in a delirium, but she could see the entire battle playing out before her eyes. She could feel the baby moving inside her and in her mind she spoke out to her unborn child, calming it and soothing it to settle down. Tonks and Ginny held each of her hands, wracked with worry.

“What’s happening to her? This can’t be good for the baby,” Ginny said with urgency.

“Step aside,” Worth said flitting up to the bed and landing next to Hermione’s head. Tonks scowled, but moved out of his way. “I can’t take it away, but I can reduce what she feels.” With his fuzzy knuckles and pudgy fingers he clutched onto Hermione’s cheeks, squeezing slightly and then Ginny and Tonks watched as the little creature began to sweat. Hermione’s color became better, turning back to its normal shade.

“What’s he doing? Look she’s getting better!” Ginny said, tearing up.

Without warning, blue and white light lit up the Room of Requirement. The coven member had returned and all were intact and uninjured. Draco ran to Hermione, as if he knew something was wrong with her. Worth scooted out of the way and Hermione’s face again turned a deep crimson color, her skin hot to the touch. Draco threw the sheets back and picked Hermione up into his arms.

“I’m back love. Come on Hermione,” Draco laid a kiss on her swollen and feverish lips and Hermione popped her eyes open. She threw her arms around his neck, and Draco laid her back down on the bed scooting in next to her.

“The baby…I think the baby wanted to fight with you,” Hermione said through tears of joy at seeing her husband again.

“I know…I could feel him…” Draco kissed Hermione again and then a voice spoke to him.

“Draco? I think we should talk,” Draco turned to see Harry Potter standing at his bedside, as he gently stroked Hermione’s hair, while she drifted off to sleep, safe in her husband’s arms again.

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