Mrs Malfoy

Chapter 1

When Hermione awoke and felt a warm body wrapped around her own, she thought that she could never think of a time when she had been more content.

Last night, oh! last night. It had been absolutely amazing.

Well, she was sure it would have been if it hadn’t been for her losing her virginity painfully...

But nevertheless, it had been far beyond amazing. Last night had been the culmination of seven years of sexual tension and desires, of fighting and bickering finally being put to an end. It had been the beginning of a beautiful relationship that she was sure would last her for the rest of her life.

She was so happy that the man she had been in love with for years had finally opened up his big baby blues and seen her for the woman that she was.

He shifted against her back and she could feel his morning erection. She smiled to herself. Last night hadn’t been too good for her, but she was sure it would be better now that she didn’t have that half-moon barrier of skin in the way.

“Last night was amazing,” she moaned softly. He made a grunt of approval as he moved again, his erection settling into the cleft of her arse. “Do you want to try it again?”

He moved her hair out of the way and began kissing her neck, one arm going around her to caress one of her breasts. Oh, he was being much more forceful this morning than last night. He must know that she was more ready now than she had been the night before. “Mmm,” she moaned. “More.”

His other hand went down to her legs and pulled them apart, shoving one of his legs between hers to keep her open. His fingers ran through her already wet cunt and she moaned again. How had he become such an expert in one night? she wondered. “Oh, Merlin,” she groaned as his fingers strummed over a nub of flesh that made her shiver in his arms.

“So wet, love,” he moaned huskily into her ear.

“Only for you,” she said breathlessly. His hand moved away from her and she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed in, her wetness guiding him straight to her core. The head bumped against her cervix and she moaned. “Feels so good.”

“Mmm,” he murmured in reply and began thrusting into her body. His hand was on her stomach, keeping her from moving too much as he took her. She moaned and groaned. The position made him feel even bigger than he had last night, so much bigger. She thought errantly that they should just have sex this way from now on.

“Oh, Godric!” she screamed. His fingers moved back down to her sopping slit and he played with her clit, rubbing it, tapping it, pushing down on it, pinching it, until she arched her back and screamed his name. “Ron!”

He grunted, “Hermione,” softly as he came. After a few moments to catch their breaths, a fiercely sarcastic and somewhat angry voice said: “Ron?”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open in shock as she moved away from the man behind her on the bed. When the man had not red hair, but blond, and not blue eyes, but grey, she scooted back until she fell off the bed onto her arse, taking the duvet with her. “Malfoy?” she asked in hysterics.

He looked confused and hurt at first, but then he looked at her in understanding. “Damn it,” he muttered to himself. “Not again.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Malfoy? Where’s Ron? What did you do to him? What the hell are you doing in my…” she stopped as she looked around. Her room? Definitely not her room. There was a gigantic bed, with mahogany posts and headboard and thick velvet curtains. There were gorgeous wood floors and an antique wardrobe and an amazing bay window with hand-sewn cushions. “What the hell am I doing in your room? And why aren’t we at school? And where is RON?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked down at her from his perch on the bed. “You make this very hard for me, you know,” he muttered.

“What do you mean?” she asked. “I think I made it pretty damn easy for you,” she muttered. “You raped me.” Her voice was deadly serious on the last part.

“Hermione,” he said, getting off the bed and moving towards her. She scooted back away from him.

“Get away from me. Don’t call me that.”

“Hermione,” he said, against her warnings. “We’re not at Hogwarts anymore. We’ve been out of school for five years.”

“Ha!” she said with a laugh. But as he said it, she did notice that he looked older. He had grown up. His shoulders broad, his body hard, but not too hard, with muscles that she had never seen before. She perused her own body and found that it too was also more filled out, her breasts a bit bigger, her hair softer…unfortunately, her tummy a bit bigger as well, obviously she partook in more sweets now.

What was she talking about? She did not just lose five years of her memory, did she?

“Hermione,” he said again, much closer now than he had been before.

“Stop calling me that!” she nearly yelled. “You’re not allowed to call me that.”

“Well, I can’t very well call you Granger,” he said, exasperated.

“Why?” she asked, confused.

He grabbed her hand and held it up to her face. On her finger was a large diamond ring set in a platinum band. “Because you’re Mrs Malfoy.”

She fainted dead away.

A/N: Let me know if you guys want more. I'll be happy to write it, but only if you want it. :)

~Charlie