Move, Countermove

The following Thursday during tea, Draco invited her for a weekend at the manor.



“Won’t your father be upset by that?” She asked.



“He was, but the fact is I have had friends and girlfriends stay overnight, so a weekend would be nothing new. Besides he already agreed to a guest staying the weekend.



“Did he know it was me?” Hermione asked knowing the answer already.



“I’m sure he assumes now. Mother knew so she will have told him.” He said.



“Draco, I really don’t want to cause problems with you and your father.” She said.



“Hermione, my father is always going to have issues with any woman that’s not a pureblood. You are well worth the fight with anyone. Now come on, say you’ll have this weekend with me. I’ll be there the whole time, you won’t be cornered alone with him alright?”



“Well, I suppose so.” She agreed.



She let work early on Friday and packed a weekend bag, ready and prepared by the time Draco had arrived. She was still a little unsure about staying at Malfoy manor the whole weekend, but Draco had assured her that his father was now aware of her being his guest and he hadn’t rescinded his approval. Hermione had a feeling Narcissa had a hand in that.



They arrived at Malfoy manor in time for dinner and while this was more causal then the last dinner she had been to she, was still just as nervous. Lucius was sill just as withdrawn and keenly aware of her presence. She never would have expected to be thanking Narcissa Malfoy for keeping the conversation going and helping to keep her nerves at bay.



“You shouldn’t worry too much abut Lucius my dear, he’s just stuck in tradition.” Narcissi had told her as they took the walk along the library, admiring the art she had mentioned earlier.



“I am not as concerned about your husband as I am about Draco. I don’t want to cause a fight between him and his father.” She said sadly.



“I doubt very much it will come to a fight at all. Sons have been rebelling against their fathers for years. Luicus himself refused his own father when he wanted to marry me.” She admitted as they slowly strolled.



“What objections would he have had to you?” Hermione asked shocked.



“You think his father wouldn’t have had problems?” She said.



“You are a pureblood, from a prestigious family line, from what Draco said you came form a wealthy family too, and you were raised in the same social circles as your husband. Most families would consider that a perfect match.”



Narcissa nodded, thinking that Hermione picked up on a lot but then again she was in the law field so it wasn’t surprising. “Yes, well there is one small detail that made him object wholeheartedly.”



“What was that?” Hermione asked.



“I was four years younger then Lucius.” She admitted.



“What difference does that make?” Hermione asked, failing to see the significance.



“Lucius’s father wanted someone the same age as him, thinking I was too young and Lucius would have to wait for children. He had it all planned out. I was to give Lucius several children, the number in his head I think was four or five.”



“But you decided to have only one?” She asked.



“That was Lucius’s idea. He was more then satisfied with one child.” She said. “He had quite a many discussion with his father over more children, but Lucius’s merely said that he could not control nature.”



Hermione and Narcissa shared a laugh. “I take it there was more involved in the decision then nature itself.”



“Well, the potion I decided to take once a month did help out indeed.” The two ladies continued on in their laughter as they strolled the library.







“You and my mother seemed to have a good time this afternoon.” Draco said as they walked up the stairs.



“Yes, she’s remarkable.” They entered his room, and changed for bed. Hermione thought it might be wise to stay in a separate bedroom but Draco would have none of that, he had been away from her long enough.



As they climbed into bed, Draco reached for her. “Draco, don’t you think we should refrain from this. I mean this is your parents home.” She said stopped him from reaching for the waist of her tank.



‘Hermione, my parents are not ignorant. They know what is going to happen. Chances are they are already started.” He said, grinning at her.



She giggled and opened her arms. “I’m just trying to be respectful.”



He lowered his weight onto her frame, kissing her neck. “I know you are. That’s what makes you so special. You aren’t selfish or conniving. I like that.” He said kissing along her throat.



“I thought selfishness and a conniving nature were key traits to Slytherins.” She said as his lips lowered down her throat, easing the tank down.



“Ambition and pride are key traits,’ he said kissing between her breasts, “how we achieve our goals varies from person to person. I’ve learned to respect the more honorable people.’ He said taking a hard nipple in his mouth.



‘And…” she arched into him, “and…..how did…..you learn to see things….that …….that way?” She asked, as Draco massaged and worshipped her breasts, ripe and hard for him.



He leaned up and looked in her eyes again. “A young Gryffindor taught me.” He told her. He took her lips in a thundering kiss, thrusting his tongue deeply while his hand ventured down and slid the silk pajama bottoms past her hips. He continued to kiss her as he found her button and rolled a finger over it. She was hot and moist and it was all he could do to stop him self from fucking her right then and there.



She started arching her hips, and her breathing became labored. All the tale tell signs of what he saw was coming. Just as she began whimpering he yanked his hand away. She looked at him with shocked eyes. “Draco…..what are you…..”



“All in good time, now my lovely lady, if you don’t mind, it has been far too long since I’ve tasted you.”



Hermione let her body go limp as he pulled the silk off her body. Like a starving man he dove into her body, licking, sucking and tasting for all he was worth. He acted as if he would be denied her body again and was going to partake of everything before it was snatched from his grasp.



“Merlin Draco, you are even more talented now.” She sighed out, enjoying his attentions. Draco felt like giving her one of those winks she’s always giving him, but he knew she wasn’t paying attention to anything but what he was doing.



Draco held her knees carpet with his elbows and opened her with his fingers, leaning down and slurping loudly. Hermione gripped the pillow behind her head and thrust upward. She went through the stages again, and again when she started whimpering Draco pulled away. Her body died down.



“Draco, what the fuck!” She cried out.



“Relax, my dear.” He said calmly, rising over and sliding between her legs. ‘I want to feel you around me when you come.” He thrust into her slowly, easing out and then back in again. Hermione liked a nice slow shag but when she had been denied a climax and was close to getting one she always wanted a hard fucking and he wasn’t doing that.



“Draco, more.” She demanded, but Draco kept up the pace. He reached down and found her clit as he continued fucking her slowly.



“Easy my girl, I’m just going to make you come that’s all.” Hermione felt like slapping his smug face for his calmness but the touch to her clit reignited her body quickly. She locked her legs around his waist, making sure he wouldn’t get away.



She arched her hips, fucking him back and forcing him to move faster. Draco picked up speed and was soon driving in to her with abandon. She gave into to the sensations she was finally given and they had increased in intensity.



A volcano exploded around Draco’s cock and Hermione’s neck strained against the orgasm that racked her body. Being brought so close to the edge and then pulled back had made her body react threefold to the feelings going through her.



A hot fluid she let flow from her pussy, bathed his cock and he grunted out as he rode her toward his own release. She was still feeling the effects of her as she succumbed and filled her up in three hard thrusts.



He cradled her close, letting her relax against him as she slowly down her panting. “Don’t ever tease me like that again.” She told him. “Do you know what is feels like to be that close and then be pulled away?” She said looking at him.



“Yes, I do.’ He said kissing her and brushing her hair from her face. “Move countermove my girl.” He chuckled as she groaned.



Settling down to sleep, Draco slept better then he had in years with her close by. Hermione slept soundly because of the massive orgasm she had been given. Draco certainly made sure a girl could sleep well.







The next morning Hermione awoke the next morning alone. Draco was gone but she assumed he was speaking with his parents or even getting breakfast. She threw on some jeans and a jumper, then moved to the door. The sounds of loud voices stopped her and she listened closely. It took her only a moment to recognize Draco and his father.



“A mud blood Draco. You chose a mud blood over a perfectly acceptable pure blood witch. Several of them in fact, I had several choices for you and you choose that.”



“Father, I already told you I will not be pressured into marriage with someone I do not love. Seeing you raging like this is comical you know. I have never seen your hair so out of sorts. Bringing Hermione here sure did pay off.”



Hermione backed away from the door and felt the urge to kill bubble to the surface of her body. He had used her! She should have let her instincts guide her, she should have listened to herself when she thought this was a bad idea.



She jumped into her shoes and grabbed her bag, waving her wand about the room, summoning her personal items into the bad hap-hazardly. She was out of the room and heading for the front door at high speed.



“Hermione? Where are you going?” Draco followed her, half running to keep up with her.



“Don’t talk to me Malfoy! I am in no mood!” She screamed, not caring about Lucius’s Malfoy’s precious home anymore.



“Draco, what’s going on?” She recognized Narcissa’s voice and wanted to turn and apologize but she couldn’t stop, she had to leave. She had to get away from him.



She was three feet from the door when she felt Draco’s hand on her arm pulling her around. She let her hand fly with the momentum and gave him a stinging slap that nearly knocked him off his feet. Narcissa gasped from a few feet away and backed up a step to her husband, who had followed the running couple.



Draco cupped his face. Her slap when from his eye to his lips and covered his whole cheek, leaving a sting that wouldn’t go away. “Why did you do that?” He asked shocked beyond anything. All he could do was stare at her with enormous eyes.



“You bastard!” She screamed, all too aware of his parents a few feet away. “You brought me here to prove a point to your father! You used me!”



‘No I’d didn’t……” She reached out and slapped him again, causing the already sore skin to brighten up to a flushed red.



“Don’t you dare lie to me, I heard you!” The tears began to fall. “I have ever used you before, never! You crossed the line by using me to get back at him!” She threw hand at Malfoy who was watching just as shocked as his wife. “I’ve had enough of game Draco! The games ended at Hogwarts and they only involved me and you! What kind of man are you to use me like that! Never show your face to me again!!!!!” He final words echoed in the foyer and as Draco followed her out the door, she quickly apparated away, leaving him standing in the door of Malfoy Manor, alone, shocked and with a bright red cheek.