Special delivery for inspired_ideas, part 2 Title: Trouble at the Manor Author/Artist: Recipient's LJ name:inspired_ideas Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione Rating:NC-17 Summary Auror Hermione Granger thought that this would be an easy mission, but she was proven wrong. What secrets harbours the Malfoy manor and the young Lord Malfoy? Word Count: 14,258 Warnings/Content: Fluff, smut, mild OOC Disclaimer: I am not J.K. I don’t make anything from writing this. Author's/Artist's notes:
Part 2
Draco looked in the mirror. Maybe it had been a bad choice to put on the royal blue cashmere jumper and the light blue shirt underneath, as the blue seemed to enhance the dark rings under his eyes. But he didn’t care for that. All he cared was that he would look at least somehow put-together and not like a slob. He had stayed up all night, his wand drawn to defect any trouble makers. There was another thing that didn’t let him sleep, and she sure would be mortified if she knew about his case of blue balls he got that night. She was just so… perfect in every way. Just sexiness personified, he could not pinpoint what he loved more, her heaving chest, round arse or searing touch. It all made him want to get into her bed and shag her into the mattress.
Maybe the witch had cursed him somehow. But he never found any traces of curses on him in all these years. His mother said that he just had a bad case of unrequited love, whilst his father endlessly quipped that the Malfoy line would die out because the last heir didn’t have the balls to approach a girl.
He always hated when his father did this. For Circe’s sake, he was just twenty four, hardly old so he had plenty of time to work up the courage, if that failed, Slytherin trickery to charm the girl of his wet dreams. His mother had even told him the month before that if he couldn’t manage to get a girl he wanted that she would think up a legitimate plan how he and the Granger girl could spend time together.
But he didn’t need his mother’s help. He had gotten Granger here, of course not due to his own ingenious ways but rather to the scary thing roaming the manor but still. She was here. Now the only thing he needed to do was to figure out a way to notice him more. In a way that said that he was very interested in pursuing romance. He could be romantic that was sure. He just had to know what she liked. Maybe she liked jewellery or flowers as presents from admirers. He had to find out.
‘Malfoy?’ he almost jumped when he heard her voice. He had stood at the window, pondering over his plans.
‘I knocked but you didn’t answer so I came in to check on you. I think today we could do a few things to find what has been causing trouble here. But first I need to see if you have been subjected to any spells or curses or fed any potions. These tests are quick and won’t leave you feeling uncomfortable. Are you fine with that?’ she asked and he heard her coming closer to him. ‘Malfoy?’
He turned around to face her and regretted that he did. She looked fabulous again. The light emerald dress suited her colouring so well and he had to show great restraint not to stare at her cleavage, as the dress empire waist made her breasts almost bulge out of the crushed velvet.
‘Good morning. You look wonderful, Granger,’ he tried to muster, as despite his dirty thoughts he needed to be polite.
‘Good morning to you, Malfoy, but you do look like death warmed over.’
He sighed and walked over to the bed, sat down and stared at the floor. But even that was not a good idea as then he could follow her footsteps. He would sure be near a heart attack if she had worn high heels as even from the long hem of the dress he could spy well turned ankles and…
He almost jumped out of his skin when she sat down next to him.
‘I know you’re tired, Malfoy, but after I’m done with the tests you can have a nap.’
He just nodded.
She put a small satchel on the bed.
‘First, I want to check if you have been subject to any hexes, charms, spells or curses and deviations of such. I will look for ones that especially cause anxiety and stress, but only for the last six months. For that I will have to use an altered form of Legilimency, but I won’t wade through your memories and I will also not disclose any information I find to third parties. Aurors do uphold the highest confidentiality standards.’
‘Do what you have to do,’ he said and closed his eyes. He knew enough of Legilimency to be able to close of the part about his desires. Not that she would prod there but just in case he would have to protect himself from her ridicule.
Hermione gently prodded his mind, searching for instances that could be related to this incident, but there was nothing. No one seemed to have cursed him, as his interactions with people were limited to his parents and a few school friends. Maybe he was just hiding his dalliances with women, and as that didn’t seem to be related to any encounters that evoked magic she exited his mind.
‘Seems like you haven’t been cursed,’ she said and scribbled something down on a piece of parchment.
‘I could’ve told you so,’ he said and shrugged his shoulders.
‘I had to check in case you had your memories altered or removed. But there was nothing.’
She rummaged in her satchel again and extracted two vials. One empty and another with a pearlescent purple liquid in it.
‘I will also need to do a blood test to see if someone has slipped you a potion. Usual medicinal potions will show up in the results but there are no known modifications to them that can cause anxiety, stress and other negative emotions. You have to prick your finger with the base of the empty vial and it will fill up in about ten seconds…’
Without a word, he took the vial from her and pricked his finger. He didn’t care what the test was about, all he wanted was that she would just be on her way out of his room as her sitting so close to him was just pure torture. The warmth of her body and the sweet scent of her hair were driving him insane. He wanted to pull her against him, huddle her under his covers and not let her leave.
‘See, that was not to hard,’ she said cheerfully and took the vial from him. She poured the blood into the vial with the purple potion and it began to bubble. When the bubbling stopped. She poured it all out on a piece of parchment.
She scrutinised the parchment for a moment but didn’t find anything suspicious. She folded it up and put it in her satchel.
‘This test also showed no negatives. Don’t worry about the blood sample, it can not be re-used or extracted as the potion has a good quantity of Edelweiss which prevents blood magic.’
She observed him for a moment. His face was even paler than yesterday and his eyes were extremely bloodshot. It was obvious that he didn’t feel well but was trying to hide the fact.
‘You need to get some rest. I have the feeling that you didn’t sleep well last night. No buts and ifs, I will stay here and wake you in case the trouble starts again. You won’t be able to defend yourself if you’re worn out.’
He didn’t argue with her, he just bent down and slowly untied his shoes and toed them off.
‘Do get some rest,’ she said softly and moved to sit at the foot of the bed.
He got into the bed and closed his eyes, willing his mind to drift to sleep.
She sat there in silence but the more time passed, the sleepier she got. The warmth of the room and the even rhythm of his breathing lured her to try a nap. She decided that she could take a quick nap on top of his bedcovers after she set her wand to alert her in case anything happened.
Draco opened his eyes slowly, wondering if he was still dreaming. His dream witch was right here with him under the covers. He was holding her close and her luscious curvy body was pressed against his.
He felt happier and more rested than ever before. He didn’t know how she had ended up next to him like this, but he was eager to repeat it. Hopefully she wouldn’t make a huge fuss when she woke up as nothing bad had happened. But in Draco’s mind, this was one big step towards what he wanted. He was not a caveman, he could treat a woman nice. His world did not revolve around getting laid. He didn’t need to get laid with just any random woman. He needed to get laid with this gorgeous, bushy haired Gryffindor princess. Maybe his lover qualities would convince her to stay for forever.
‘Malfoy? How did I end up here?’ she asked as she woke with a start.
‘I don’t know, really,’ Draco said, watching her every movement, enjoying how mussed her hair was and how she rubbed her eyes to clean out the remains of sleep. ‘And I don’t mind that you ended up in my bed. We both needed some rest.’
She got out of the bed in a hurry. ‘I suppose we should have lunch and then check some of the less used rooms in this house. What do you think of that?’ she asked. Trying to put her hair in place again.
‘That sounds agreeable,’ he said and unwillingly crawled out of the bed.
Hermione tried not to concentrate on the incredibly masculine presence of Malfoy. Her treacherous mind would drift back to how it had felt to just sleep next to him. Of course, they had not done anything outrageous, they had just slept innocently, it was nothing one should be ashamed of.
The manor was splendid. It had been redecorated so well that it looked like an entirely different place. Even the dungeons had been redone, the stone floors laid with heavy wool rubs and a plethora of sconces lighting the way. The cell she had been kept in was now transformed into a wine cellar. Wall to all, from ceiling to floor, all lined with bottles.
The indoor pool and spa area was amazing as well, perfect like in Muggle movies and she was awed when Malfoy said that a good part of the redesign was done by a Muggleborn and squib run company based on designs seen in movies.
But the most breathtaking room was the ballroom. It was just…perfect, made for fancy balls and receptions. It was highly unsettling that Malfoy was so nice to her. He was incredibly polite and nice company. She couldn’t help but be attracted to him. It was totally unprofessional!
‘So what do you think so far?’ he asked, standing in the middle of the dance floor.
‘There’s nothing suspicious to be found so far. And your renovation efforts are really good. This ballroom is beautiful. I am sure you’ll hold many grand balls here.’
‘You are of course invited to all balls I host, Granger.’
‘Thank you, but I…’
He let his shoulders slump a little. She still hated him, then. He just couldn’t be good enough for her. She probably thought that he was still full of the blood superiority shit.
‘I mean, I can’t dance. That’s why I don’t like balls. Harry and Ron barely escape having their feet trampled and…’
‘That’s not your fault, but theirs. A good lead can make even the most inexperienced dancer shine. Try me,’ he said and waved his hand to make the wireless play some music.
She couldn’t resist the offer. He looked so handsome in the brightly lit ballroom. And maybe if she trampled his toes he would turn mean again and so she could shake off the budding feeling of attraction.
She didn’t know how long they had danced, as it all was a blur of music and his softly whispered directions to her. She hadn’t stepped on his toes even once.
‘So now you have no excuse not to come to my ball. I’ll dance only with you,’ he said and grinned. She had to admit that he looked gorgeous with a slight flush on his cheeks.
Draco felt much more confident after the dance. She was a good dancer, with great chances to improve even more. Potter and Weasley were troll-level dancers who had made her feel bad.
If he could persuade her to come to his ball he’d shoot two birds with one stone. One would be having a valid reason to avoid all the witches who usually thought he was free game to grope in public. And two, have Granger all to himself for most of the evening. The second part was the most pleasant.
Somehow he survived the dinner, again uncomfortable in his pants as she again ate the food served with gusto and her marvellous chest heaved in such a tantalising way that he could barely concentrate on his meal. And now, like an idiot, he was pacing around outside her room. He didn’t want the thing, that whatever that had been causing trouble to return.
Suddenly the door of her room opened.
‘Malfoy, you’ve been pacing around here for ages. What’s the matter? I told you to call me when there’s something that troubles you.’
‘I just can’t sleep,’ he said and shrugged, not looking at her too much. She was just too gorgeous in her silk nightgown.
‘Come then,’ she said with a sigh. ‘We can share my bed. I can’t have you walking round like a zombie tomorrow.’
Draco felt like he was in heaven as the silk clad witch let him into her room. ‘You can sleep on the left side of the bed. I’ll set my wand in case anything happens.’
He slipped under the covers without further ado. He was quite certain that during the night he would scoot closer to her and hold her close.
Hermione let the water run over her in the shower. She had been here for a week already, but no real progress about the thing disturbing the piece here had been found. She had spent a lot of time with Malfoy and she had to admit that she had come to like him. He had a charming quick wit, his eyes lit up beautifully when he laughed… and his intelligence was surprising. No one else had been capable to discuss the Goblin Wars with her before, but he had such an in depth knowledge that he could even correct the dates and add more details to it.
But the main problem that she was experiencing was that she had to fight her attraction to him. She just couldn’t be attracted to the man. He was not the type of man she should want. She should desire a good man, a through and through good man with no bad past. A man who was a goody two shoes just like her. Not a man who used to have the Dark mark…
But he was just so gorgeous. Despite the imperfections she could find she wanted to know how he would be as her lover. She had never before wanted a man like this. She was a goody two shoes virgin swot after all, and she knew that it was not just how others thought of her, but it was her own opinion as well.
However, she felt oddly comfortable when they would settle to sleep in her bed. And there was a lot of comfort from having her close to him, his slim frame leaning close to her. She loved how he looked when he woke, his hair looked quite lovely so tousled and his silver eyes were a little bleary with sleep.
And his lips were so captivating that she thought they should be outlawed. She wondered how it would feel to kiss him. She didn’t imagine him like a slobbery kisser. He surely kissed with an expertly diligence.
‘Granger! You have to come now!’ She was taken out of her daydream when she heard his voice call.
‘The thing is in my room!’
She grabbed her wand from the commode next to the sink and rushed out of her bathroom to his room. She didn’t stop to grab a towel as she wanted to know what had caused such a ruckus.
Draco gasped as he saw her rushing past him. He had entered the bathroom with trepidation, as he didn’t want to scare her but his breath was taken away when she ran past him without as much as a towel covering her modesty. He followed her as in a trance, suddenly not feeling scared of the thing wailing in his room. He drew his wand and held it ready in his slightly trembling hand. He would protect her from it even if it took his life to do so.
He strode to his room and let his eyes focus on her form. She was just breath taking, he admitted as he watched her sneak up to the chest of drawers and listen intently. Her figure was the best he’d ever seen. Gorgeous, rounded bottom and shapely legs… if only there wasn’t that wailing thing here, then life would be perfect. He had wished to see her naked for long, but now when he finally got to see her naked he could not enjoy it fully.
She bent down next to the side of the chest of drawers and his heart skipped about a dozen beats at the sight before him. She was bent so that he could fully see her neither lips. They were full and inviting and he wanted to come closer to get better look and his hands ached to touch her core. But the magical moment was gone too quick as his temptress stood up and turned to him. He couldn’t muster a word to say to her. She just looked like Aphrodite standing there and holding a small, innocent looking animal. His eyes drifted to her breasts, large and round with pert pink nipples. Before he could take in enough of her beauty, she rushed out of the room without even looking at him.
Hermione took a deep breath as she closed the door of her room. What had she been thinking? Her life was truly a mess now. At first she had thought that the worst was her job at the Aurory. She had a hard time dealing with the more violent and gory side of the work, so she had been slowly regaled to the much easier and meaningless cases. Harry had dropped hints, trying to be subtle that she would feel better if she moved over to the administrative part of law enforcement, maybe work in a library or archive and help with legal references for different cases. But she was stubborn and adamant that she didn’t want to leave the Aurory. She was brave, not a whiny loser moving away to an easier post.
Spending time at the manor had helped her in many ways. The first thing was the painful realisation that she was expendable in the Aurory. She had been sent here because they knew that she was not capable to attend the often times grisly scenes the Aurors had to investigate. She was of course, still on the job, but daily notes to Harry that no progress had been made was all that she had to do for the job. The second realisation was that her fear and material that made her nightmares was not founded in the manor. It was not the building, and it was not any person of the Malfoy family who caused her distress. It was the madwoman Bellatrix who had caused her pain. And now when the madwoman was gone, she could understand that the trauma could heal.
But the scariest realisation was that she longed for a man. She wanted someone to talk to, someone sleeping next to her at night, someone who would compliment her even when she felt she didn’t warrant such praise. And in her silly mind, that man could have been none other as Draco sodding Malfoy, because he seemed to be all that and more.
But now due to her hot headedness and running into danger without thinking he was probably turned off by the sight of her naked beyond words. She knew that she was in no way or shape perfect, and now he had seen everything. Of course she should feel ashamed of being naked in front of a man and not think whether he found her attractive as she was on a mission here.
ROARR
The tiny kitten she had found stuck in a concealed door in Malfoy’s room didn’t want to let her ponder on her shame in silence.
‘You are a grand troublemaker, aren’t you?’ she said to the shaggy black kitten. It yawned and closed its emerald eyes.
She needed to get dressed but she didn’t want to let the kitten slip away so she poured the potpourri out of the small wicker basket holding it and transfigured it to a small cat carrier. The kitten wiggled and tossed but she got it inside. She ignored the small black paw poking through the wicker bars of the carrier and went to grab some clothes.
She would keep her cool and be all businesslike to Malfoy. Why was Obliviating people without a Ministry-approved cause illegal? Hermione sighed deeply as she checked her looks in the mirror. That would do. At least the breezy pale yellow chiffon dress was floaty enough to conceal her figure.
She took a deep breath as she took the cat carrier and strode out of her room. Hermione Granger would not take to heart any rude comment Draco Malfoy would tell her.
She didn’t knock at his door, she didn’t have time for courtesies. They had found a possible cause for the disruptions in the manor and she wanted the case done and over as soon as possible. She would get over her fondness for him. There were surely plenty of men with gorgeous eyes and kissable lips. She shook her head. She needed to stop having silly thoughts.
The sight in front of her made her stop. She knew that she should leave and come back later, but she had never seen a man naked and… wanking. Her eyes wandered over his perfect naked body and rested on his cock. She knew that she should leave now and not stare in awe at how he stroked the thick column of flesh, moaning and bucking his hips. She felt heat rush through her body… this was just so enticing. She had heard many women say that some men’s ugliest part is the cock, that the thing is usually small and pathetic… But everything about Draco Malfoy was perfect in her eyes. She wished that she was brave enough to come closer and touch him, but she knew that it would be crossing the line would step too far. He would surely be all disgusted with her leering at him, following every movement of his hand and the trail of pre-come over the mushroom-shaped head.
‘Hermione!’ His breathing sped up and he came, spurts of thick white liquid dripping over his hand.
She stood there frozen in the spot as he sat up, looked at her with a lazy grin and cast a cleansing charm on himself.
‘I won’t apologise for this,’ he said calmly as he got up and went to the closet.
Draco tried his best to keep a non-chalant expression and his back straight, but inside he was quivering. She had seen him wank over her. She was probably disgusted by his open display of his desire, but she had brought it on herself, running to his room naked so carelessly. If nothing else would come of this, he would have enough memories to wank over for ages.
But now that he had shown her just how she affected him, he would not give up on trying to bed her not only in his fantasies. She was gorgeous and wonderful in every way, and no other man deserved her. They didn’t appreciate her the way he did, as his want was greater than just lust.
He wanted her for selfish reasons. From having her in his bed to knowing that there was always someone to come home to. His ego was also stroked quite a bit by the fact that she complimented him on his knowledge of many subjects…
‘Malfoy, we need to investigate…whether this kitten has anything to do with the trouble caused at the manor.’
Her voice snapped him out of his daydream and he nodded in agreement as he buttoned up his slacks and reached for a shirt.
‘I will put a tracking charm on the kitten, with a gentle charm to make it slow down a little so we can follow…I’ll do that once you’re dressed again.’
He hid a smile as he saw her gently flushed cheeks. She was affected by him, and he would use that to his advantage. Draco took his sweet time buttoning up the white, starched shirt. He saw that she was following the movement of his hands, badly pretending that she was looking somewhere away. It had never taken him so long to button up a shirt, but it was so worth it as his soon-to-be-conquest was even more flustered now.
‘We can do that as soon as I put my shoes on,’ he said and sat down on the bed, watching her fumble with her wand and cast some spells. He liked how she looked when she was slightly out of sorts. It was enticing to see the always so collected bookworm trying to cast the spell properly.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked and walked over to her, making sure that he stood just a few inches away from her.
‘Yes,’ she whispered and there was something in her eyes that he had not seen before. Was it really desire? He certainly hoped so. But he knew that for her, work would come before play unless he found a way to wake that little hint of desire in her.
Hermione’s mind was swimming. She couldn’t still keep her eyes off of him. She loved how confident he was about his nudity, walking carelessly to the closet to pick up clothes. Her inner voice demanded to not let him dress, as she wanted to explore his body. How it would feel under her touch. Would his breathing quicken just like it had when he was close to climaxing? Could she make him hard again? There was surely a way… only, could she remember what had been said in the plethora of romance novels she had read?
Somehow she managed to explain what she planned to do next, in regards to the kitten and not him. As she knew that he would probably be not too pleased if she would push him back on the bed and vanish his clothes so that she could ravish him. Even though he had called out her name when he had come…but maybe it was due to the fact that he had noticed her watching his intimate moment.
As soon as they left his bedroom her mind was in work mode. Work came first and after the mission was finished she could return to think about playing. But not now.
The kitten raced away down the hallway as soon as it was released from the carrier. Hermione rushed after it, her wand held in her hand to keep track of the fuzzball. Malfoy was right next to her as the kitten reached a partially open door a few hallways down from the kitchen and utility rooms.
Hermione gasped as she opened the door.
The room was stacked full with rolled up carpets and decorating supplies. In the centre of the room, on a couch covered with a white sheet sat four large cats and several kittens frolicked around.
‘Are these your familiars, or offspring thereof, Malfoy?’ she asked.
‘What? No, of course not. I don’t have a familiar right now. How did they even get in? This place is warded to the nines…’
‘These look like half-breed kneazles,’ Hermione summarised. ‘So they have both qualities of the cat and the kneazle. As they don’t have any active magic, more intuitive abilities, so they would not be detected by any wards. And most cats are able to get into a place they want if the entrance fits their head. It seems that the queens were pregnant and wanted a warm place to have their young…’
‘So what are we going to do with them?’ Malfoy asked her and she had to take a deep breath before answering. Goodness, this man was going to be the death of her.
‘We should round all the cats up, maybe the elves would be willing to help….and then put the cats in a room and we’d watch them all night to see whether they were causing the trouble all along.’
Time seemed to drag on forever, Draco thought as he sat in an armchair in the duelling room where all the cats had been put in. He didn’t want to babysit the fuzzy menaces, no matter how cute the little kittens with their big, expressive eyes and soft paws were.
His Hermione had eagerly fussed over the animals, checking each one and putting a little collar with a name tag on them. She had asked him for naming input, but he certainly didn’t care whether the grey one was Fluffy, the orange striped on Ginger and the black one Godric. All he cared for was that he got a nice view of her backside when she was bending over to inspect each of them, tallying up to twenty six kittens and four adult female cats. The kittens were frolicking around carelessly, climbing up the tear-resistant curtains and trying out the polished floors capabilities as a slide. The constant meows and squeals were quite upsetting to him, not to mention that the kittens’ tails and paws clattering on the parquet floor reminded him too much of Nagini’s slithering.
However, once the elves had served some food to the cats the room calmed down as the cats rushed to the bowls and ate eagerly. Draco didn’t feel like a midnight snack at all. Nothing on the lush serving platters appealed to him. He wanted something else entirely, but had no idea how to get that.
Draco sighed as he saw that his gorgeous bookworm was having a nap on the couch, the four adult cats guarding her rest. One on each armrest, one next to her side and another in the middle of the back of couch.
Their conversation had been stilted, a bit awkward even as she avoided looking at him at all costs. He hated that. He wanted to demand why she was so distant suddenly. He wanted to pin her down to the couch and kiss her until her body would tremble in desire.
His father had told him not to meddle but go on and approach the girl. But where was his Malfoy charm now? He felt like a teenager, daydreaming about how she would suddenly get up and kiss him, telling him that she really wanted to be with him because he was such a sexy man and the only one she’d ever wanted. But his bookworm was not like that, she was not like any other woman he’d met. Any other woman would’ve tried to jump his bones on the first day, no questions asked, because he was hot to them. But his ideal woman was so shy. Had she been hurt by a man before? Or had some atrociously bad lovers? But dare he dream that she was pure and innocent? That she had saved herself for the right man?
Draco stifled a groan. The thought made his loins stir. He wanted her to be his in all possible ways. So that she would never even dream of wanting another man. Maybe he could sway her so that she’d agree to a quick marriage and then he would slyly get her pregnant so that everyone would know she was his alone. The little feet of a child tapping on the wooden floors was a much nicer sound than a band of rogue cats. And she would look so gorgeous when pregnant…
Hermione woke up groggily, with a kneazle-like face staring at her. She wanted to go back to sleep again, as the dreams had been so wonderful. She wanted them to come true, from her dancing with Draco in the ballroom in a grand gala and then being taken back to his rooms where he ravished her in a way that made her body melt. But dreams were just that, unreal and never going to happen. Because why would he want her?
She put the large adult cat she had named Athena down and strode to the door. She would owl Harry and ask whether she could finish the reports in the office. She just couldn’t stay here any longer, because this was not professional, to have butterflies in her tummy and soaked knickers whenever she looked at him tonight. There should be licences for people who are so heartbreakingly handsome.
Her hand was already on the door handle but she was gently turned and pushed against the door.
‘Where do you think you’re going, Hermione?’
His voice was husky and seductive and she knew that if he had not pressed her against the door she would’ve crumbled as her knees turned to jelly.
‘I was just going to…start a report…’ she answered, wishing that she could just disappear.
‘The report will have to wait…I have something more urgent,’ Hermione.’ His lips found her neck and he kissed her pulse.
‘I think I failed to make it clear to you how I feel about you, Hermione. His lips travelled up to her jaw.
‘You are gorgeous and I can’t stop myself from wanting you and it hurts so much not to have what I want..’
He had left her enough room to escape if she wanted to wiggle away. But she didn’t want go now. His eyes were captivating grey storm clouds. She gulped as his lips were just a mere two inches away from hers.
‘Tell me what you want, princess,’ he murmured, and nuzzled her neck.
‘I want…you, but I’m scared…I’ve…never done this before…’
‘You don’t have to worry about that, I’ll make it so good for you that you will never forget it,’ he promised and wrapped his arms around her waist and Apparated them to his bedroom.
Draco began to lift her dress whilst his lips kissed her softly. He didn’t want to scare her now and make her change her mind. This was perfect.
‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Hermione,’ he said as he had finally taken her dress of and dropped it on the floor. He meant every word he’d said. She looked like a goddess standing there in her lacy underwear and stockings.
Hermione let herself go and drown in the sensation that his hands and lips gave him. His touch made her want more and more and she revelled in the new sensations he gave her. First, he had undressed her and kissed all over her body, his kisses leaving a hot trail on her skin. When his travelling hands found her heated core she felt like she was going to explode due to his expert probing.
But he didn’t let her rest long as he began to kiss a trail down to the juncture of her thighs. She gasped when his mouth was on her core. Every lick was like heaven, it made her tremble and buck against him, wanting more and more of this incredible feeling that she had never felt before.
Just a few moments later he had brought her over the edge again. This was better than the sex described in the novels she had devoured. This was real and he was just perfect.
Ever so slowly he kissed up to her collarbone again.
‘Draco, please…’ she murmured, begging for something more. Her whole body was still trembling in delight, but she wanted more. She wanted to be able to touch him and explore his marvellous body. He had stayed dressed for the whole of this pleasurable torture and she wanted him to be out of his clothes now. With a flick of her wrist she made his clothes disappear.
‘You had too much clothes on…I like you naked very much,’ she purred as she pulled him in for a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and it made her quiver in renewed desire. She wanted to go all the way, no matter what the future would hold. No matter that this gorgeous man was said to be the most prolific Casanova in Britain.
Her hands slid down to his pert bum. ‘I want you now...nice and slow.’
‘Your wish is my command,’ he said and adjusted himself at her entrance. Her eager hands clawed at his backside and urged him further. She moaned as she felt him stretch her tight channel. When his cock pushed through her barrier she gasped but let herself adjust to the feel of his hard length.
‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked with worry in his voice, stroking a strand of hair away from her eyes.
‘No, I’m fine. You can move now.’
Each stroke made her moan in delight. No wonder that women flocked to him for bed pleasures, he was magnificent at this and it was the best choice to lose her virginity to him.
All logical thought went away when she reached her third climax that night she didn’t want to let him go. Her nails dug into his back as she felt his strong body tremble. With a loud groan he came and collapsed on top of her.
‘You were fantastic, Draco,’ she murmured as he rolled them over so that she rested on top of him. Exhaustion took over and she soon fell asleep. When she would wake up, she would have to sate her curiosity and burning desire. That was what a modern woman did, she had heard so often. She knew that this man was not one to stay long with a witch, and she should be grateful for the moments she had. At least now she would always have an experience to refer to when she would read a raunchy novel…
Draco gazed at his little vixen. This had been the best sex he’d ever had. He regretted that he had not pursued her sooner. Then he would have not had to drown his sorrow in a slew of random women. But now the long waiting and suffering was gone.
With a wave of his hand he summoned a little box wandlessly. The green velvet was a little bit tattered and the hinge clicked as he opened the box. He smiled when he saw the elaborate diamond and emerald wing. The last time this ring had been used over three hundred years ago. It had been designed to bind a witch who had given in to the Malfoy’s charms. His little bookworm would have no escape from this magical binding,’ and he sighed contently as he slid it onto her finger. She had given herself willingly to him and the ring’s magic would recognise that. No other man would ever hear her moan of delight and touch her magnificent body. The ring glowed green and then the light dissipated. She snuggled closer to him.
Sure she would be a bit shocked to find that he had bound her to him so that the only thing she could do was marry him. But he was sure that a bit hot snogging would help her make up her mind. After all, he was the best man she could get.
And maybe he would let her keep a few of the cats who had gotten them together in the first place…