Sins

A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I haven't forgotten about this story so I'm going to try and start posting updates on it again.

8. Sin Forgotten

The sleep Draco fell into had been so sound that he hadn’t heard his head of house check on him. He dreamt for the first time in days, his exhausted mind playing scenes that he could only wish for.

The sun shone brightly on the large garden outside Malfoy manor, flowers bloomed in vivid reds and blue in the warm spring afternoon, filling the grounds with their pungent and sweet aroma. Lunch was being served outside because it was such a perfect day, and those present smiled and laughed as if life were perfect.

Draco sat at the table, sipping his tea as he watched her laugh, her soft brown eyes alight with merriment.

She smiled at him, her hand gripping his thigh sensually, “This was a marvelous idea pet. I am enjoying myself greatly.”

“I agree mate. Bloody brilliant.” The burly redhead agreed with a smile, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Draco smiled, a soft blush spreading across his pale cheeks. “I’m glad you both enjoyed the lunch.” He liked the way they smiled at him, there was no malice no anger, and for the larger male that was rare.

“So… what’s for dessert?” She asked, her tone more then just suggestive.

“Anything you want Mistress.” He answered in a strained voice. He wanted her so badly, he always wanted her. That was one thing he had over Ron Weasley, more stamina.

She smiled at him as she stood, “then take off your clothes pet, and lay in the grass.”

He did as she asked willingly, he never refused her, he never wanted to. The grass was soft against his skin, but nothing compared to the full lips that descended on his. She slowly kissed her way down his body, stirring warmth in his core until he felt the wet heat of her mouth engulf his most sensitive parts.

Her lips and tongue moved against his flesh expertly, as they always had, and he watched through glazed eyes as a very naked redhead knelt down behind her.

She moaned as she was filled and the vibration caused Draco to echo the sound, his hands wrapping tightly in the thick grass under him. It was heaven being like that with her, and the only thing better was when he could sheath himself inside her after Ron had exhausted himself in her pleasure.

The three came as one, the sounds of their pleasure absorbed by the thick foliage around them. Draco cried out her name, something he only did when he came for her.

After they had untangled themselves Draco remained in the grass, enjoying the sun on his skin. He knew she wasn’t done with him, which was fine with him. He would be more then happy, to spend every moment of his life bringing her pleasure.

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Draco woke with a groan, he was sticky again, but relieved to feel that the curse had not been reinstated after she let him orgasm the night before.

“Sleep well?” A deep voice drew Draco from his thoughts to the tall redhead who was standing beside the door.

“Yes thank you.” The blond answered as he got out of bed. He contemplated grabbing his wand and cleaning himself but decided against it. It was best not to startle a man that could easily take him with pure brute force.

“You called my girl’s name in your sleep.” Ron snarled.

“I was having a pleasant dream.” Draco told him as he moved to the center of the room before falling to his knees. “I don’t suppose I’ll be able to eat before my beating this morning?”

“Mione was quite… pleased with you last eve ferret. She told me she wanked you, but I guess that wasn’t enough for ya since you decided you needed to shoot one off again in your sleep.”

Draco heard the uncoiling of heavy chain as it fell to the floor. It was by far his least favorite form of punishment. Lacing his fingers behind his head he concentrated on taking deep breaths and trying to relax. “I dreamt that we were all out of Hogwarts and living at my place. We were eating lunch in the garden and my Mistress wanted you and I for dessert.”

Ron scoffed as he crossed to the smaller blond, he let the chain drag behind him, clinking and scraping against the stone. “And where was Harry, ferret? I doubt he’d have sat back and watched.”

“He wasn’t there.” Draco told him honestly as he watched the length of chain slither across the floor. It wasn’t the heavy metal links that unnerved him, but the barbwire wrapped between them. “Can I ask you something honestly?”

“What?” The red head asked as he brought the length across the pale back, watching the sharp metal barbs bite and tear at the flesh as it rose under the hit.

Draco cried out in pain but kept his hands on his head. “Is there anything I can do… that will please you enough to stop doing this to me?”

Ron placed another three lashes across Draco’s back before answering. “Never thought about it really Ferret.”

Draco sighed and braced for the next hit, “I understand Master.”

Ron paused mid-swing, a laughing fit taking him over. “Mione really did break that arrogant head of yours didn’t she? So in this dream of yours did you call me and her that.. Master and Mistress I mean.”

“Yes, I was still her pet. She was still with you. The only thing that had changed was that you no longer became angry with me when she chose to bring herself pleasure with my body or allow my pleasure. You treated me the same way you do Potter.”

Ron remained silent for a few moments before taking out his wand and placing a simple healing spell on Draco’s back. He had planned on beating him senseless for all the hassle he had caused the night before. But he suddenly had the strong urge to talk to Hermione before he continued the blonde’s torture. “Go get breakfast Ferret. Then come back here. Don’t leave this room unless you are called for.”

Draco groaned as he stretched his soar back. “Yes Master, thank you.” Standing he grabbed his wand, cast a cleaning spell on himself and got dressed as he watched Ron coil the chain and leave. It was amazing how far that word could get him, but he hadn’t said it to get out of the pain. After his dream, he had said it in hopes that one day that vision of paradise would come true.

Hopes high for himself he walked toward the great hall, he hadn’t felt so good since the day before he had been raped. He wasn’t a Death Eater, he followed a different, more powerful witch, but for some reason… he was fine with that.