Broomsticks and Alibis

Chapter 8

Hermione woke up with a yawn. The morning sun, like a heavenly beam of light, peeked through the crack in the floral, paisley curtains in her and Draco’s room. Draco was still sound asleep in bed next to her. With the bed sheet draping around his waist and the golden ray of sunshine shining down on his face and hair he looked like an angel. Of course when he awoke and opened his mouth all doubt would be removed, but for now Hermione basked in the vision of her beautiful man before her. They had decided not to live in the castle. Being that they were newlyweds, it just didn’t feel right to sleep apart in their old house dorms. There were too many memories, both the good and the bad, and furthermore, neither of them felt comfortable around their old school mates since the nuptials. It was nice to come home from a day of classes and sleuthing,( the classes a must so they could investigate the murders without alerting the killer to their reason for being there) and to be able to be alone with each other, back in the safety of their little love nest at the tavern. They would occasionally bicker just like they always had but it generally always ended between the sheets. Hermione couldn’t remember a time in her life that she had been happier. If only Ron and Harry could see that. Harry was starting to come around. He and Draco had been working together quite a bit as of late, which gave Hermione reason to worry. The two were like oil and water, they didn’t mix and she secretly worried that Ron might be the match that would blow all their progress to smithereens.

She and Draco had a full day ahead of them, so she lay still enjoying the calm before the storm. The Minister of Magic was coming to the University today to ask a favor of Draco of Hermione. Draco had joked that he probably wanted their first-born child but Hermione thought it was probably something much more sinister then that, like asking them to be permanent fixtures for his reelection campaign. The way the Minister was parading them about, like circus freaks to be gawked at, at Ministry dinners and functions to raise awareness of the troubled war torn youth, drove Hermione insane. If it hadn’t been for the fact that the Minister had absolved Draco of all charges, rescinding his Azkaban sentence, a debt she knew she could never repay, then Hermione never would have gone along with being the poster couple for Mixed Marriages and a “settled down” lifestyle. This was what the Minister wanted all of the young war veterans to do. Settle down, start a family, take respectable jobs and be respectable. Drone-like is how Hermione described his vision. Lacking freewill and choice would be yet another way of describing the Minister’s platform. Not that there was anything wrong with settling down and raising a family, something Hermione had thought about recently, but was not anywhere close to wanting for her and Draco. For now though, until the case was solved, they were stuck being the goody-goody Gryffindor girl who tamed the Slytherin bad boy and straightened him out. They were the pureblood and the mudblood (of course the politically correct term now was muggle-born) something that made Hermione laugh. The Minister obviously didn’t know Draco Malfoy. He was still the same old Malfoy, if not a little less jagged around the edges.

As she lay staring at her beautiful husband sleeping so peacefully she let her fingers roam across Draco’s chest, touching his soft skin where the sunlight kissed his heavenly body. Before she knew it, she was kissing the line of soft blond hair on his abs and rubbing her cheek against him when she suddenly felt his hand on her head.

“You know you woke me from a sexy dream?”

“Oh yeah?” Hermione said softly.

“Yes. Was having a hot dream about a witch.”

“Go on. Hot dream about a witch. Who was she?”

“Did I just say that? Oops I meant I dreamed I was playing quidditch.” Hermione tried to get up but Draco held her at his stomach. “While you’re down there I think there is something in need of your attention.” Hermione shot up and smacked him with the pillow. He was giving her that sexy, flashy smile, that only Draco Malfoy could pull off.

“So this witch. Was she a wicked witch? Did she make you eat her poisonous apple?”

“She made me eat something but it wasn’t an apple,” Draco grinned. “Then she forced me to have sex with her.”

“Really? So you had to have sex with an old crone? Must have been a nightmare.”

“Yeah. I woke up from it when she yelled out ‘Don’t …stop…fucking ..me…EVER!”

“Right Malfoy, your dead!” Hermione grabbed her wand and Draco jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom.

“Remind me to hide your wand before bed,” he said blocking her hands from tickling him as they laughed together. He reached behind him and turned the shower on. “Wash my back?”

“Alright, but nothing more. We are expected to be guest speakers today in Mixed Marriages this morning. The Minister’s grand idea to make us into Stepford Witches and Wizards.”

“What the fuck is a Stepford witch and do they give good head cause my wife won’t put out, the frigid bitch.” With that Hermione reached between his legs and grabbed his nuts in her hand.

“Say you’re sorry sweet husband of mine or you might lose something near and dear to you.”

“Sorry!” Hermione let go and Draco shivered at the thought.

“Never do that to a man! It’s a very scary thing.”

“Anyways we need to get going. We need to figure out what we’re going to teach today.”

“I hate that bloody class. You teach it and I’ll catch a nap,” Draco said slipping Hermione’s negligee off and watching the vanilla colored garment fall to the floor.

“Not a chance. The whole reason the Minister has asked us to teach on occasion is because he wants us to show our peers how to have a successful mixed house marriage.”

“What the fuck do we know about that? We’ve been married for what, ten or twelve days?”

Hermione scowled.

“It’s been seventeen days Draco!”

“I know that woman. I was just keeping you on your toes.” Draco felt the water and then dropped his black silk boxers around his ankles. Hermione looked down to find him standing at attention.

“I suppose your right. I haven’t a clue what advice I could possibly offer. Perhaps I should pop by the office and grab those notes you took.”

“How to make your marriage work by Hermione Malfoy—Always accept shower invitations when your husband is standing in front of you with a hard on.” Hermione kissed Draco and then stepped into the shower. Draco growled and followed her in.

They were making out hot and heavy, stroking each in an ever-pleasing manner. Draco liked to play a new kind of game in the shower that was called Drop the Soap. He would accidentally on purpose drop the soap and then when Hermione would bend to pick it up he would grope her ass and attempt to mount her until she jumped away. Hermione got wise to that game after the second time reaching for that slippery bugger. Today she played along and allowed Draco to slide his hardness into her. She moaned feeling him so incredibly deep. It was then that she heard Matilda calling out to her in that familiar sweet old lady voice.

“Hermione? Dear do you have a minute? I can come back later if it’s a bad time.”

“Let her come back later,” Draco said driving himself into her wetness whilst his hands fondled her soapy breasts.

“That’s rude, and they are like the only real friends we have anymore! I’ll be back in a jiff.”

Hermione crept from the shower and threw her robe on leaving a frustrated Draco brooding about leaving him in such a state. He waited as long as he could. His dick was pulsating it hurt so bad. He needed relief. Deciding that she was not going to make it back before the hot water ran cold; he decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. He started stroking himself, his back against the porcelain tile wall. He pictured her mouth on him kneeling in front of him. God, he needed Hermione to blow him. He remembered the time they indulged in oral sex together and how she tasted and felt wrapped around his body. It wasn’t just that she sucked him good either. It was more in the way she touched him allover, her delicate and petite fingers stroking his chest and then his legs and running her fingers down his shaft and then sucking and licking at his tip. He was rubbing himself good now, as the water beat down over his shoulder and arm.

“Where the fuck are you Hermione, I need your lips on me now,” he moaned to himself as he continued to masturbate, thinking about his beautiful wife. He heard a giggle and turned to see Hermione peeking at him through the shower curtain.

“Like to watch do you? How’s about getting in here and finishing me off?”

“I dunno Dragon, you look to be doing quite well all by your lonesome,” Hermione snickered. The truth was she was extremely wet from watching him stroke himself in such a way. It wasn’t what she expected to find when she returned to the shower. Furthermore, it turned her on to see Draco stroking the cock that she loved so much to play with.

“Do you think I’m embarrassed? He said continuing to rub his hand up and down his full length as she watched.”

“Aren’t you? I mean your new wife just caught you jerking off. I would be mortified if you caught me masturbating. Not that I do that, because I don’t!”

With that, he reached for her arm and yanked her into the shower, robe and all. He shoved her against the back of the shower and tore her robe open letting it fall to the floor.

“You are going to touch yourself in front of me.”

“No,Draco. I’m not.”

“It wasn’t a question.” He said and Hermione gulped, feeling much like she did during their trysts in the Slytherin common room. His voice was strong and commanding, yet assured and almost gentle, and she knew she would do whatever he asked of her. She secretly loved when he dominated her but she also loved that he was secure enough in his manhood to allow her to take the reigns on occasion. The sex part of the marriage was on solid ground. A random thought popped into her head. She and Draco could teach the class in Mixed Marriages how to have good sex. She laughed aloud at the thought. The Minister would LOVE that idea, NOT. He held his hand over her hand, firmly, and squeezed her breasts. She felt her own hard nipple between her fingers and Draco showed her how to roll it in her fingers. When she submitted to caressing her own nipple, Draco’s hand retreated. He then took her free hand and moved it to between her thighs. Hermione was now stroking her inner thighs as Draco guided her hand to her soft pubic hair. Hermione pulled back but Draco forced her hand forward again. Together, with his two fingers over hers he moved inside her folds. She was now exploring her own womanliness. Draco took his own finger and rubbed it up and down over her most sensitive part, careful not to touch it too roughly. Hermione dropped her hand and allowed Draco to please her. He does this so well, she thought to herself as his fingers rubbed her bud. She didn’t even realize that she was still rubbing and caressing her breasts. He then stopped and moved his hand away from her groin. She pleaded with her eyes for him to continue but Draco just whispered in ear.

“I showed you how. You do it now.”

“Draco I can’t.”

“Just watch me and forget about what you are doing.” Draco took his cock in his hand and began to rub himself. His head was back, and Hermione could see a thin line of perspiration on his forehead. Again, he moved her hand between her legs. Hermione didn’t fight it this time though, as she moved her fingers across her clit like Draco had done to her. She couldn’t believe she was masturbating in front of and with her husband as the shower beat down on them both, the water beading and cascading down his lean defined chest. He was hot. His dick was growing bigger as Hermione watched him stroke himself off, her own hand moving quickly between her legs. She was close to climaxing and then she felt two fingers enter her. Draco was fucking her with his fingers while rubbing himself faster and faster. Hermione’s fingers found a rhythm as she rubbed her clit in such a pleasing manner. Draco moved closer, pulling her body against him. She could feel his hot dick against her stomach and his hand banging against her as he jerked on his dick. Then she felt his warm sticky semen spurt onto her stomach and Draco cried out in a husky voice as her own climax built to a finish. Draco rammed his fingers into her faster and that combined with her own rubbing sent her into a mind numbing orgasm. She came harder then she ever remembered coming before. It lasted and eternity, her rocketing orgasm taking her to a plane where she felt like she was floating above the clouds. She bit down on Draco’s shoulder as another wave of euphoria overtook her. She knew she was moaning loudly now and when it was over she slumped down in the shower, feeling tired and dizzy.

“I love you so fucking much Hermione.”

“I love you too. I never thought anybody would love me like this. What you did for me today…” Hermione felt a gush of tears behind her eyes. She hadn’t wanted to cry but the sensations and the intensity were too much for her. She had never touched herself in that way. It was dirty and taboo before today. She realized at that moment that Draco had just taught her to love herself. She wondered if he knew what he had done. Now that she had done it, she felt like her eyes were finally open. Why did it take Draco to show her how to love herself? She had always needed good grades to prove she was worthy enough, but Draco had shown her that it’s okay to just love yourself. Nothing to prove, just love yourself and be in touch with yourself. It was mind blowing to Hermione and she let go the dam and cried.

“Nobody ever told you that you were beautiful did they? Nobody ever let you know that you were good enough just as you are. You’re so beautiful.” Draco whispered to Hermione as he pulled her up. He hugged her tightly and no more words were spoken. The water turned cold and they got out of the shower and dressed in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence though. It was a silence that spoke volumes. She wondered if Draco was going to poke fun at her later as they walked to the Mixed House Marriages class….but inside she knew that he wouldn’t. Not about this. About everything else, but not what they had just shared.

He didn’t speak of it.

“I really love being married to you Draco,” Hermione said seriously, before they entered the jam-packed full classroom.

“I know Gum Drop. It’s a good thing we do because I think this is going to be hell. By the way… I joined the quidditch team. Harry and I thought it would be a good way to get close to the players in our investigation. Something else too, but we will talk about that later. It won’t be a real pleasant conversation.” Hermione didn’t have any time to argue. Draco, playing quidditch? When was the last time he played quidditch on a team? Was he even good enough to play anymore? The school had taken on many very good quidditch players, like Viktor Krum and some other International players who had played professionally. Was Harry secretly trying to get her husband killed? He was going to be pummeled to death! Moreover, what else had Harry and Draco kept from her? She tried to stop Draco from entering the classroom but it was too late. Draco led Hermione into the classroom and all eyes turned to see the freaky Gryffindor girl with the Slytherin boy.

Review!?

I always thought Hermione was wound way too tightly, so that’s the reason for this chapter. Much more to go! Some old and not so friendly faces in the next chapter return.