The Family Jewels

Chapter 8
Heigh ho Silver, Away

Hermione woke up very early in the morning because she was cold. Draco’s down comforter with its Slytherin green linen cover was thrown down to the end of the bed, and Draco was on top of it. The only part of her that was warm was where her skin touched Draco’s side, and where his arm was thrown over her.

She looked at Draco, and was once again taken aback by how beautiful he was, especially in repose. He looked so angelic; she wondered what he had looked like as a little boy. It was his birthday, and she wondered if the woman who had given birth to him was thinking about him on this day, above all others.

She tried to slide out from underneath Draco’s arm, but at her movement, his arm tightened around her waist, and he snuggled his face into her hair. He brought his lower body in closer proximity to hers, and she watched as his cock woke up and began to press against her thigh. She hadn’t really looked at his cock before, but she found it strangely fascinating. She reached out to touch the tip with a single finger. The skin was so soft, but it was also as hard as goblin wrought steel. She wrapped a small hand under the head of his cock and slid it up and down gently.

Draco stretched out on his back, spreading his legs so that his balls hung down. “And what are you doing so early in the morning, witch?” he asked her, yawning.

Hermione smiled. “Well someone, and that would be you, is lying on top of the covers, and someone, yes that would be me, was freezing her arse off.” She frowned at him, and then wrinkled her nose at him to show she wasn’t really angry.

“And what a cute little arse it is,” Draco said, idly stroking her lower back and the cheeks of her buttocks with his long, pale fingers. “Aren’t you going to keep touching me? I never would have pegged you for a tease, Granger. It’s not every girl I shag that gets to spend the night in my bed.”

Hermione’s felt her face burn a brilliant shade of red at his words, and she decided that her best plan was to extricate herself from this situation, as soon as possible. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, sliding out of bed and gathering her scattered clothing as quickly as she could before turning and fleeing to the bathroom separating their bedrooms and locking and warding the door behind her. She could hear Draco calling after her, so she added a silencing ward to her defenses.

She quickly showered and dressed, only releasing the wards as she opened the portrait hole to go down to breakfast. Draco obviously had heard her voice in their common room, because his door opened as started to climb through. “Hermione, I was only teasing. Please, love, don’t get upset over nothing.”

Too late, he realized that was the wrong thing to say to her as he caught a glimpse of her face before the portrait closed. ‘Oh bloody brilliant Draco,’ he thought to himself mockingly, ‘she won’t be angry with you now.’

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Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table and pretended to eat breakfast. She very studiously didn’t look at any of the other house tables at all. She was involved in conversation with a few Second Years over some problems they were having in Charms. She needed to focus very little to help them, and she escaped the Great Hall as soon as she could.

Blaise watched her go, and it took all of his control to look at Draco as he sat next to him at the Slytherin table. “Draco,” he said as usual.

“Blaise,” was shot back at him by the Prince of Slytherin.

Blaise’s eyebrows shot up at his demeanor. Very quietly, he said, “For someone who presumably had an extremely pleasant evening I am surprised to find you so out of sorts this morning. Perhaps you would care to explain to me how such a turn of events came to pass.”

Draco could translate that easily enough. Blaise had said, “You fucked the girl that you are in love with for the first time last night, and now she won’t look at you, and she just ran out of here as if the hounds of hell were at her heels.”

“She must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“Since that bed was yours, I’m still waiting for a better explanation than that.”

“Last night was fine. Hell, it wasn’t fine, it was damn near magical. We were talking this morning, and I might have accidentally called her a tease,” Draco admitted.

“And this was after she gave you her virginity?” Blaise was still outwardly calm, but Draco was beginning to sweat slightly.

“Yes, um, it was after. I was only joking, Blaise. How was I to know that she’d be so sensitive?” Draco was not good at taking the blame for anything that happened around him.

Blaise sighed. “Don’t go near her until I say it’s all right. Let me see what I can do.”

The mail owls appeared just then. Four different owls fought to deliver their mail to Draco, and he was shocked to see his father’s eagle owl, Breeden, among them. He took the small packages and letters from the owls and shoved them all into his bag.

Draco watched as Blaise’s robe billowed around his retreating figure in a way that would have done Snape proud. ‘Happy Birthday to me,’ he thought derisively.

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A/N – Just a short chapter to let you know I haven’t forgotten you. Next one will be longer, I promise.

Divine Angel – I also read fan fic as an escape from reality. However, to quote the Marquis de Sade, “Sex without pain and fear is like food without taste.” I definitely wanted Draco to be her first, and I only have my own first experience to draw on. My actual first time bears no resemblance to the one in the story. It is a wonder that I ever tried again. Perhaps I was just having a cathartic moment.