Looking-Glass Bliss

Looking-Glass Bliss


“Honey, I’m home!”


Hermione Malfoy, spurned by the voice calling throughout the manor, entered the foyer to discover the beaming countenance of her husband, the one and only Draco Malfoy, standing poised by the entryway with a seven-year old firmly attached to his leg.


“Tabitha Malfoy! Leave your father alone and come give me a hug. How was your day with Ingrid?”


The exuberant bundle topped off with a head full of ash-blonde ringlets and wide brown eyes leaped into her mother’s outstretched arms and proceeded to ramble all about her visit to the Potter household without pausing for breath.


“…and then Aunt Pansy let us have a small cup of butterbeer each, but James is such a big meanie! He bumped into me and made me spill it after I’d only had one sip! He said it was an accident but I KNOW he did it on purpose! Stupid James. Just ‘cuz he’s ten now doesn’t mean he can just go around pushing people.”


Hermione chuckled at her daughter’s grumbling and sulking over Harry and Pansy’s eldest. It made her think of the mutual hatred she and her husband had once shared for each other.


Glancing back at Draco, she watched as he shrugged off his cloak and hung it on the ebony coat-rack in graceful, fluid movements. He gazed at her and grinned while Tabby continued to talk her head off and Hermione felt an odd sort of tingling in the back of her mind. Strange, she thought, that Draco looked the same at thirty-five as he had at twenty-two.


But then again, Lucius had been a very handsome, distinguished man well into his fifties. Perhaps it was only good genes, she mused, and Hermione let the out-of-place thought fall away.


Setting Tabby back down on her feet, she smiled down at her daughter. “Tell you what. You go collect your brother from the nursery and we’ll have dinner and maybe, if you’re good, you can have an extra-large sundae for dessert.”


Tabby lit up like a Christmas tree as her grin beamed back at her parents and she shot off down the corridor to retrieve three-year-old Julian from where he was taking his nap.


Draco smirked at his wife’s sneaky trick to get Tabby’s mind off of the Potter boy’s actions and sidled up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I think I’ve been a bad influence on you, Mrs. Malfoy,” he purred into her right ear, causing the tendrils there to brush against her neck.


Hermione turned, fully embracing her husband and planted a long, lingering kiss on his lips. “What was that you were saying to me last week? That I become more Slytherin-like every day?”


“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbled as he pulled her even closer to his body, his hands starting to stroke the small of her back as he teased the sensitive spot behind her ear with his tongue. “Where’s Anthony?”


“I’m right here.”


Anthony Malfoy, age twelve, watched in amusement as his parents jumped away from each other at the sound of his voice. Nearly a carbon-copy of his father with the exception of his mother’s dark hair, he smirked as they straightened their clothes and tried to appear as if he hadn’t just walked in on them snogging.


Hermione gave her first-born a very reproving look. “It isn’t nice to sneak up on people like that, Anthony.”


“If you don’t quit that, we’ll send you back to Hogwarts and Professor Snape, summer holidays be damned,” Draco glared at his son.


Anthony just took his parents’ remarks in stride as they all walked to the dining room together, Tabitha and Julian joining them soon after. In no time, they were all tucked in to a fine meal prepared by the few house-elves they kept at the manor, all paid wages, of course.


Hermione glanced up at her family and had that feeling once more. All of a sudden, she felt vertigo sweep through her body and she had to grasp the edge of the table to get her bearings back. Then, she blinked and the niggling sensation, as well as the dizziness, was gone.


Forgetting all about it, Hermione finished up her dinner and she and Draco set about their nightly rituals as they got Tabitha and Julian ready for bed. A bath, two stories, and a goodnight to all three children later, they retreated into their own bedroom and Hermione had barely step foot into the room before Draco had her pinned against the door.


“I missed you,” he whispered into the crook of her neck as he pressed his hips to hers, letting the evidence of his words speak for itself.


She chuckled as her hands came up to curl around his shoulders. “You just saw me this morning.”


Draco crouched, his arms going under her knees and her waist, and lifted her up, cradling her to his chest as he spun on his heel and made for the bed. “I know, but I still missed you while I was at work.”


Hermione giggled as he tossed her down on the mattress before pouncing on top of her. She reached down between them letting her fingertips brush the erection tenting the front of his trousers. “Well, I suppose it’s a good thing my husband misses his wife,” she teased huskily.


“Merlin, Hermione,” he moaned, his mouth descending to seal on her lips, their tongues quickly becoming entangled with each other as they fought for dominance. Draco’s hand tangled itself in Hermione’s wild hair, the other quickly finding purchase on the buttons of her blouse, nearly tearing them from their stitching in his urgency. Hermione raked her fingernails down his chest until she arrived at the hem of his shirt, which she hastily pushed up and her hands slipped inside, finding bare skin in her wake.


Draco tore his mouth away, remembering they needed to breathe, and let out a gasp as her fingers found and twisted his nipples. They were both panting as they removed the first clothing barrier between them and being skin on skin. The blond feasted his eyes on his wife in only her bra and skirt, her chocolate brown eyes nearly glowing with desire. His mouth went dry as his fingers trailed across her collarbone and down between her heaving breasts. Lowering his head, he traced the same path with his tongue, leaving small love-bites as he nipped and sucked at her soft skin.


Hermione threw her head back and mewled at her husband’s attention, her hips rising off the bed to grind against him. Her hands finally finished removing his shirt and she lifted to grant him the same favor as her mouth claimed a spot on his neck. Draco groaned as he felt his wife latch onto him and his hands slid behind her, seeking the clasp to her bra. Once he found it, the undergarment was nothing more than a mere memory as he dove on her now naked breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth like he needed them to live.


Without breaking his focus from her delightful tits, he started pulling at the zipper to her skirt, wanting her completely bare beneath him as she bucked and moaned to his ministrations. After that was gone, he turned his attention to her knickers, not pausing as he removed them as well. Feeling her tug at his own trousers, he lifted himself up, letting her breast leave his mouth with an audible pop and replacing it with his hands as he fondled the mounds.


Hermione hooked her fingers in his belt loops and yanked downward as far as they could go and let her feet push them off the rest of the way, his boxers going with them. She circled her hand around his hard length and gave it a gentle squeeze, eliciting a deep cry from her husband. Draco slid his hand down her stomach and through the curls at the apex of her thighs until he found her clit, giving it a hard rub and gathering her wetness on his fingertips before pushing a finger deep into her cunt, taking pleasure in the loud moan she let escape.


Pulling back out after pumping his finger in her a few times, he traced the lips of her pussy, making her squirm with unfulfilled desire, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy. His attention was distracted when she took his cock in hand once more and started stroking it slowly, driving him nearly out of his mind.


“Don’t tease me, Draco,” she panted, “I need you.”


Deciding they could have more foreplay next time, he stretched out on top of her and slid his cock into her core with one thrust. They both groaned at the feeling of joining as their foreheads rested together, their breath mingling as they exhaled. Draco drew back until only the tip was still inside her before gradually pushing back in. Hermione dug her heels into the curve of his ass as he began to pick the rhythm up, feeling all the veins of his cock throb against her inner walls sending her into a frenzy of lust.


Her arms went around his back, her nails clinging to his shoulders and leaving pink half-moon marks on his skin as he pounded into her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room and reverberated in their ears as they clutched at each other, their lower bodies moving together in tandem. Draco snaked his hand between them and fingered her clit, sending her over the edge first into oblivion. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her spilling his seed as her pussy shuddered around him.


They took gasping breaths as they worked to come down from the intense high they’d just achieved. Draco left a long, tender kiss on her lips before pulling out of her and moving to the side so he wouldn‘t crush her. He took her in his arms before burying his face in her hair, inhaling its scent.


“I love you, Hermione.”


“I love you, too.”


Suddenly, the strange feeling she’d been having washed over her once more, but this time it was much, much worse. Hermione closed her eyes to compose herself, and she almost cried out in surprise when she reopened them.


There was no bedroom and no Draco. Only stone walls and a door.


It took a moment for her to reacquaint herself with the surroundings, but once she did, all her memories came rushing back.


Lucius.


The Dark Dreamer Potion.


Draco. Oh God. Draco.


The blissful feelings the hallucinogenic potion created were starting to wear off and she found herself filled with another emotion. Despair.


They’d been on their honeymoon, she and Draco, in Venice when Lucius ambushed them. He caught her husband with a dark curse she’d never heard of before, thankfully not the Killing Curse, and captured her before escaping to this remote place in France. Apparently, he’d broken out of Azkaban the day after their wedding for the sole purpose of coming after them.


Once they arrived at the deserted house, he chained her to the wall in one of the underground rooms and force-fed her the potion every morning. He hadn’t let her starve, at least, having brought her food every night after the effects of the potion had worn off, but following the first day, she almost wished he would.


The potion tapped into your most fervent hopes and dreams and forced you to live them out as if they were reality. The reason it was a dark and highly illegal substance was because of the significant impact it had on the psyche, making you want to take more and more of it so you can live in that dreamworld of bliss where nothing can touch you. People had been driven insane from overuse of the potion, not knowing the difference between it and reality.


These were Hermione’s thoughts as she came out from under the potion’s influence. It had been nearly two weeks since Lucius had abducted her in Italy and she could only hope and pray that she would be strong enough to hold on until they came to rescue her. Lucius had assured her that the dark curse he’d used on Draco was incurable, but she had confidence that the mediwitchs at St. Mungo’s would be able to save her husband.


The second day, Hermione had screamed at the elder Malfoy. Why? Why? Why was he doing this? Why couldn’t he just let his son be happy? Why didn’t he just kill her?


“Miss Granger,” he had said, pointedly refusing to acknowledge her married name, “I do not want you dead. You have turned my son against me, against what our name represents. For that, I want you to live knowing the one thing you want, you can never have. I want my family back, but you have made that impossible.”


Misery loves company, Hermione thought viciously as she rolled over from her position on the floor to wait for Lucius’ nightly visit to bring her food. She had to be strong, to hold on, to not let the effects of the potion get to her. She had to, if only to save the youngest Malfoy.


The one growing in her womb.


Fin


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