Hello all, The story is Beta'ed by TheRimmerConnection. She has done a great job! This is an entry into a 'Dark Hermione' Challenges. Hope you all like it.
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Hermione gently sat her teacup on its saucer. Her house-elf scurried over, stopping at her side. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rain pull at the hem of her dress nervously.
"Does my Lady want more tea?" Hermione nodded. "And would my Lady want some more sandwiches?" To this Hermione shook her head ever so slightly. The elf popped from her vision and reappeared with a vintage porcelain teapot. Rain carefully poured some milk in the cup before pouring in the hot steeped tea. Hermione forced herself not to intervene. Having a house-elf perform the simple tasks that she would rather do herself was something thing she had to 'get over' as her husband had told her several times before.
Once the elf was done, she thanked and dismissed it.
"We are expected at the Nott estate this evening," her husband informed her.
Hermione looked across the table and nodded.
"What colors would you prefer to wear this evening?" inquired Hermione. After years of dinners and functions as the Younger Lady of the house, Hermione had learned to just go with the flow, shake hands, smile and stay out of her husband's way.
"Your pick," her husband said simply, following his father's advice. Many years ago, after a very long and tiresome argument he and Hermione had had, his father had pulled him aside in the library. He sat while his father poured some muggle Scotch. Immediately, he knew he was in for the talking-to of a life time. His pure-blooded father was not one to pour his own drink very often. He walked over, handing him his glass. 'Son, early on in my and your mother's marriage, I learned many things that your grandfather failed to tell me. One of which, is not to poke an angry snake. Well, in your case an angry lion. If you want her to follow you and not be an embarrassment at the gala, let her make some choices. Let her have some control.' He smirked. 'Not too much control of course.' He watched Hermione ponder his statement.
Hermone thought of which colors she wanted to wear tonight. This was one of her responsibilities she rather enjoyed. What girl wouldn't enjoy playing dress-up? The only trade off was that she had to mingle with death eaters. She had purchased a dark green dress on her last shopping trip with her mother in law that she had yet to wear.
"Dark green. More of a hunter green. I'll have my elf provide yours with a sample," decided Hermione. Draco nodded.
"That will be acceptable," he murmured as he finished his tea.
"Will you be available for Orion's orientation with the Headmistress today?" Draco groaned. When he passed his N.E.W.T.S he had sworn to have nothing to do with Hogwarts again.
"Is it necessary for me to be present?" he sneered. Hermione let her emotions show, something she had worked hard at controlling over their fourteen year marriage. She dropped the spoon she held and sighed loudly.
"Of course not. Only one parent or guardian is required. I'll be there. You need not worry."
Draco didn't miss the breakthrough of frustration his wife tried to hide quickly. He mentally rearranged his schedule and made a note to inform his secretary to update the hags he had appointments with.
"I'll be there promptly at three o'clock Hermione," he reassured. He watched his wife relax slightly and nodded.
"That will be greatly appreciated. Orion will be very pleased."
Draco nodded. His one and only son would be very pleased. Orion had talked non-stop about his acceptance letter to Hogwarts since the owl had shown up in their owlery.
Draco stood and smoothed his robes. Hermione tilted her head for the routine peck on the forehead as he left for the office.
Hermione later that day sat in the main library of Malfoy Manor, overseeing her son and daughter's personal tutoring session. Orion again suffered in Herbology today, needing, his personal tutor to go over the same lesson three times.
Hermione turned her attention to the other side of the library where her oldest sat with her tutor, Romilda Vane.
Aquila appeared bored with her studies, not even paying attention to her tutor's lesson. Hermione watched for a few more moments, debating her next move.
She could fire the tutors and teach the children herself until school started, or pull a Draco move and pay off a couple of Hogwarts professors to prep the children. Just as she opened her mouth to dismiss the staff, her elf appeared next to her.
She looked at Rain who was wearing a yellow and white floral sun dress. Hermione thought back to her first week in the Manor. Draco had sneered at her request for the house-elves' immediate compensation for their hard work in the Manor. Her Fiancée, by way of the very unpopular Marriage Law, had informed her that if she handed one sock or scarf to an elf, he would poison her in her sleep and piss on her grave. She believed him and took up sewing instead.
Draco stayed clear of her while she learned how to use the muggle sewing machine, not trusting the device. Curious, he sent his elf Morton to watch her. Secretly she was very happy to have Morton there. Once she had learned how to make a simple tunic, she taught Morton. Later that week, having just been shown Morton's new prized possession, a cornmeal blue tunic trimmed in yellow, Draco stormed into her room.
"What did I tell you, you filthy-" Hermione stood up from her machine and quickly turned to him, hands on hips.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence you insufferable ferret! I did not give him that tunic. He made it himself. I only gifted the material, which does not free him from his slavery."
Draco stopped in his tracks and stared at her. He wanted to yell, scream, and maybe even curse her, but he ran out of steam the second her saw her hand.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing. Hermione looked down at her cut finger and groaned. Draco had burst into the room just as she was cutting some ribbon. She slid her designer sweater off and wrapped her finger in it.
"My bloody finger," she told him, defeat in her voice. She slowly turned to return to the table, where her wand sat. She was stopped when Draco grabbed her arm and demanded to see.
"I think an 'I told you so' is in order," he snapped. "Here, allow me," he offered as he peeled off the sweater. He raised his wand and wordlessly healed her finger wound.
Draco ran his hand through his hair as he debated his next words.
"Why do you insist on this horrid muggle machine?" Hermione turned to look at the machine.
"You won't let me work, what else am I to do?" Hermione sighed. "It's a challenge and I can help the elves. It's all I can do to stay sane during this whole mess." Hermione's eyes burned, she tried to fight the tears, but it was a losing battle.
Draco in a moment of weakness patted her on the shoulder before walking to the doorway.
"I'll send an owl to the maker of the sweater you just ruined. She has some skills in this style of wardrobe making. I'm sure she'll be honored to personally instruct the next Lady of Malfoy Manor."
Hermione nodded, refusing to turn to him.
"Thank you," she breathed.
She didn't hear a reply, just the door gently shutting. The dress Rain wore today was a favorite of Hermione's. She had picked out that material when she was pregnant with Aquila.
"Yes Rain?"
"My Lady, the Older Lady of the house requests you in the tea room." Hermione looked at the timekeeper on the desk. She was late for tea. Again.
"Let her know I'm on my way and with deepest apologies." Rain nodded and with a crack, was gone.
Hermione stood and went to meet up with her mother in law.
"Hermione my dear, come. I've taken the liberty of having your tea prepared," the Older Lady Malfoy said as Hermione entered the room.
"Deepest apologies, mother," she said as she sat at the table.
"Rain informed me that you were watching over the children's studies. That is a valid excuse. Come have a treat, there is much to discuss."
Hermione took two treats and focused on the conversation.
Hermione understood now, more than ever, that being the wife of a Malfoy was a full time job. The Malfoy men roamed the halls of the Black Lily headquarters, and the Malfoy women ran family matters.
After Lord Voldemort's death, the wizarding world hadn't turned to the road of tulips and roses everyone had hoped. No, far from it. Even though the world was free of Voldemort, what was left behind was an unstructured, angry army that had avoided Azkaban.
The unstructured issues were solved after the heads of many pure blood families duelled for leadership, Lucius Malfoy being the last one standing.
Now with an organized force, the world was again split into two halves.
On the one side of the road, the Ministry-run world, on the other Black Lily side.
Many of the men scoffed at the name change, but Draco and Lucius thought it best. Naming the force Harry Potter had fought so hard to destroy, after his mother and godfather, was the sweetest torture.
Even though the two worlds were so different in their outlooks, the two worked surprisingly well together.
Now that all the killing was kept at a minimum. Well, at least, well hidden.
When the public learned of The Unification Marriage Law, very few were in favor. In fear of a government outlash, people of both worlds accepted their letters, broke engagements and reported to the Ministry.
What the public didn't know was that this was an action that both sides had developed together and approved together; including whom was paired with whom. The general public still believed that the initial pairs were random, but they were not. It was just another way of binding powerful families from both worlds together in hopes of gaining more power.
The law, of course, had been officially retired, but within the Black Lily world, there were very few love matches anymore. And those, those were only obtainable by families in power.
Fifteen years ago, Hermione had been in a blissful relationship with Ronald Weasley. When Ron received his letter, pairing him with a muggle-born neither of them knew, she had cried. That day she was at the Ministry begging that they be allowed to switch, since she was a muggle born and they already met the requirement.
Apologies were made, and before she left, she had her envelope in hand. She refused to look at it until she got home. Ron was already gone, having received an owl from Nicole Welch, soon to be Weasley.
She sat on her couch, and sobbed as she read her future husband's name:
Draco L. Malfoy
Her first visit to the Manor had been less then pleasant. Draco, unaware of his father's influence in his pairing until that time, was less then pleasant to everyone in the house.
Much had happened on that day, including properly meeting her new best friend, her mother in law.
Every day since, she and mum had met for tea at four o'clock. Shocked more than anyone else in the family, was Draco. Even now, Hermione still believed her bond with her mother in law was the main reason she and Draco hadn't killed each other.
Once tea was concluded, gossip discussed and that evening's dinner party at the Notts' reviewed, she left for her appointment.
Hermione knew that Draco was aware of her weekly 'appointment' and she was more the aware of his 'appointments'. Their marriage vows meant that they couldn't truly cheat, but what they did do was close enough.
Hermione walked up the street to the small hotel that she had been to countless times. She grinned when she saw the curtain move. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered as she opened the door. There on the bed, sat Ron. These days he was softer around the middle. His hair had thinned slightly and a gray streak had formed at either temple. He, of course, denied the gray, but it was still there.
She locked the door and walked into his embrace. Today Ron was very eager to get her undressed, and they were naked within moments. This week's game called for Hermione to lie still and let Ron pleasure her. Ron kissed from her neck down to her breast. He gave each breast equal attention, licking and sucking until she squeezed his shoulder, telling him to stop. They learned over the years just how far they could push the adultery line before needing to stop.
Today Ron was pushing the line painfully.
He moved his attention lower, glowering when she bucked her hips.
"'Mione, don't move," he warned.
"I'll try," she giggled. She fisted the sheets while Ron licked and nipped her. She could feel her left arm burn. She tapped Ron's head, letting him know to stop, but he didn't. The burn escalated into a searing pain. The unbreakable marriage vow's warning and punishment safeguard kicked up its strength. She hissed and slapped Ron's head.
"Stop!" she yelled, cradling her arm. She kicked at Ron, but he shook his head. He moved up her body and nestled between her legs. The pain lessened for a moment, but intensified past any pain she had felt in the past when Ron's erection touched her tender clit.
"Stop!" she repeated, arching her body to roll away. Ron snapped out of his lustful trance. He jumped away as if burned by her touch. He wasn't, but knowing that he had inflicted so much painon Hermione made it feel as if he were.
"Bloody hell 'Mione. I'm sorry. I just got carried away." Hermione, curled into a fetal position, moaned her response, not trusting her voice yet. Or her words.
Ron left the bed and dressed somberly. He sat on the old faded chair in the corner of the room and waited.
Hermione exhaled a shaky breath and sat up, meeting Ron's gaze. Ron cringed, seeing her red, puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.
"Merlin...how are you?" he managed.
"Better now, Ron. Worst of it was when your bloody cock touched me. I told you I don't know how many times to stop. Why the hell didn't you? That was worse than any curse I've even been hit with."
"But it's just in the arm. I've only ever hurt in the arm," he countered. Hermione stood and hunted down her clothes.
"Not that time. It exploded. The pain was in every single cell of my body. I felt like I would die if you pressed further," she whispered. She dressed, avoiding his eyes.
Ron stood and stopped her leaving, wedging himself between her and the door.
"I'm sorry. Please believe that, love. I just hate it so much that we can't be together. I got carried away because... Oh hell 'Mione. She's dead," he shamefully admitted.
Hermione gasped. "When? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Just a few days ago. It was work related, so the Ministry is keeping it hush hush. Her mother took the kids; told me that her daughter never wanted them to stay with me if anything happened. The Ministry owled her paperwork over, her mum was right. I just felt so free. I wanted to go back to what we had before."
Hermione stared, shocked. The Ronald Weasely she knew or thought she knew was 'okay' with having his children taken from him.
"But, I'm not free. I still have a family; a husband and two children. Perhaps your vow is broken, but mine is not. I need to go." She stepped around him and left without a goodbye. The news of Ron's wife jolted memories for Hermione. Memories from we she had been a newly engaged witch flashed in her memory, making her sick to her stomach.
"Hermione, I'll be okay. I met a very nice man. He lives in Germany. His name is Rolf Scamander and I positively adore him. I cannot forget him and marry Crabbe," Luna told her in a dreamy voice. Hermione leaned in close to Luna. Merlin knew who was in The Leaky Caudron today.
"When are you leaving?"
"In two weeks. Will you come? I know you don't care for Malfoy, you might be happier in Germany with us. I will continue to petition the Ministry from there. I owled my latest letter just this morning." Hermione sat back and took a slow sip of her Butterbeer to buy her some time. She could leave. She could take off in two weeks and be a free woman in Germany. She sighed and took another sip. Would she tuck her tail and run like a scared feral cat? She felt her face get hot. No! I can't run like that. This marriage law is wrong and running away from it isn't going to change it either.
"Let me think about it, Luna." Luna nodded and bade her good bye. Hermione sat there for a few moments before leaving for Flourish & Blotts, the place she had told her fiancé she was going in the first place.
Two days later, Hermione sat in the library by the fire. She was avoiding the Malfoy family with great success today. Her new 'pet' Rain popped in and handed over The Daily Prophet.
War hero and unique witch Lovegood dies in work place accident. Luna Lovegood, loving fiancée of Vincent Crabbe, perished yesterday in a tragic work-related incident. Details are being held due to an internal investigation over allegations that Lovegood had broken several policies which include safety measures designed to prevent such a tragic loss.
Hermione dropped the paper. Sobbing, she curled up in the chair and mourned her dear friend.
"Such a shame she had to die. Pity."
Hermione gasped. She looked up to find Lucius standing next to the fire. He flipped over the paper with his foot and tisked.
"Yes, pity," he repeated.
"What do you mean 'had to die'?"
"Just that. Do take care Granger. I would hate for something, unfortunate to happen to you," he warned.
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, warning you," he stated without emotion as he walked out of the room. On that day, at that moment, she knew what her options were.
Die like Luna; or survive.
Hermione was horny and in need of release. She climbed the main stairs with purpose. She was going to find the one man she could shag until she couldn't feel her legs without being punished with pain. Well the bad kind of pain at least.
She opened the Dracos' personal library quietly and walked in. She shut the door with great care, hoping she was still unnoticed.
"Kneel like this?" a familiar young female voice asked.
"No. I said like this," Draco snapped. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"It's rather uncomfortable to wank you off and kneel like this on the chair," the female voice whined.
"Shut up and pay attention to what you're doing. It's a wonder that the children have learned anything from you," he sneered, very irritated.
Hermione walked to Draco's desk. His chair was turned away from her, shielding those on it from being seen from the door. She heard a groan of frustration. Hermione rounded the desk and stepped up to the back of the chair. She looked over the headrest and down at her husband and her daughter's tutor. Well, Hermione knew now why Draco had picked this one from the agency.
"Vane," Hermione said softly. The tutor's head shot up and looked at Hermione with fear. She quickly climbed off the chair and adjusted her robes. Draco looked up and smirked.
"Welcome home darling." Hermione raised an eyebrow acknowledging him.
"L-L-Lady. Mmm Younger Lady Malfoy. I'm, we, uhh..."
"Miss Vane you are dismissed from this room and from tutoring our children. Have a pleasant day." The tutor sucked in a breath. Insulted she looked to Draco for his support.
Draco, adjusting himself, shook his head. "Do not look to me to defend you. You do lack the necessary mental capabilities to properly teach our children."
Miss Vane snorted as she left for the door. She was promptly met by Morton.
"I is here to escort you out," he said as he pointed to the door. Hermione turned her attention to the man in the chair.
"You have been a very bad boy," she said in mocking disapproval. Grinning, Draco twirled the chair to face her.
"Yes I have." Hermione unbuttoned her shirt. She let it slowly drop to the floor before hiking up her skirt. She climbed onto the chair, a knee on each of the arms. Groaning with satisfaction, Draco ran his hands up and down her legs, leaving goosebumps.
Hermione reached down between her legs and lower, finding her husband painfully hard. She released him from his clothing and pumped him in her hand as she braced herself with the other on the headrest of the chair. Draco's hands explored her body, pleasuring it as she listened to him moan.
"Fuck woman," he praised in a thick guttural voice. He reached for his wand and transformed a slit in her knickers. Hermione giggled.
"Crotchless knickers? Really? Why not just take them off?"
"I thought of it, but this sounded better," he responded as he pulled her knees off the armrest, letting her land on him perfectly. They gasped in unison and embraced each other with a hungry need that could only be satisfied by one another.
Later that evening, as Hermione placed the last emerald accented pin in her hair, Draco entered her dressing room. He wore an exquisitely cut robe in black, accented with the same coloras her dress. His shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a tie. She smiled and looked at him in the mirror.
"You look exceptional, Younger Lord Malfoy." Draco arrogantly nodded. Hermione turned her attention to her hair. She waited for him to break down and compliment her. She could see him grinning out of the corner of her eye.
"Yes and for a muggle-born, you clean up well." She slightly nodded. The play would bat back and forth like this from time to time.
"Yes and for an arrogant, pompous, spoiled, inbred pure-blood-" Her words were cut off by feverish lips. Draco pulled his wife to him tightly, deepening his kiss.
"Let's get going. Nott has a lot of business to review with you," Hermione reminded him. Draco reluctantly loosened his grip and stepped away.
"I will finish this later," warned her husband.
The Nott residence was vast, but still held nothing on the Malfoy residence. Theodore Nott was the first to greet Hermione and Draco when they arrived at the party.
"Malfoy," he greeted Draco. They nodded an acknowledgement to each other before Theo turned his attention to Hermione. "Greetings Hermione. May I tell you that you are looking exquisite this evening?" Hermione let a small smile grace her lips as she offered her hand.
"Yes, you may. Thank you Theo. May I inquire to how your wife is fairing?"
He chuckled.
"Fat and unbearable." Draco joined Theo in his amusement.
"She is bearing you children, she's allowed," she scolded, as she flicked Theo's ear.
"Ye-ouch. Yes mother," Theo cried, just as dramatically, holding his ear. "And here I was going to offer you some wine. Well forget it."
"You bloody deserved it mate," Draco commented as he recomposed himself. "Never complain about a wife with a wife in company."
"Yeah? Well, she's still unbearable. She's in the library darling," he said inclining his head toward the hall. Hermione nodded and took her leave. She did enjoy her little chats with Theo. He was shockingly kind-hearted, which still made her wonder why he was ever sorted into Slytherin.
"Hermione! Oh Hermione," Pansy cried. Hermione waved at Pansy as she walked across the library.
Pansy sat at the large table in the center of the room. She had several different platters of food within reach and a plate of half-eaten food in front of her. Pansy burst into tears just as Hermione reached her side. Hermione pitied her. The Pansy she knew today and the one she had known in school were completely different people.
Surviving the war had changed her from the snotty pureblood teen, who looked down on everyone, to a humble and grateful woman. Hermione had run into Pansy after the battle, still shell-shocked herself, to find her hysterical. Without giving it a second thought, Hermione had comforted her. She held Pansy in her arms and cooed her best she could, listening to the tearful explanations.
"Dead, all dead. My mum and dad. My sisters. All dead," she sobbed. Hermione rubbed her back while she rocked back and forth.
"I'm so, so sorry," was all Hermione could say. What else could she say in that situation? Her parents were alive at that time. After what felt like hours of rocking her back and forth like she would for a child, had fallen asleep. A tall pale man walked up to them. He was taller than her father and had coal-black hair. He sobbed as he saw who she held in her arms and roughly separated them.
"Pan? Pany?" he cried. Pansy, shocked, turned to look at the man.
"Daddy?" She leaped into his arms, crying again. "I saw you all die!"
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Fake, all of it. What you saw were casts. We were fighting by the lake, we were cornered. We had no choice but to escape by Portkey and abandon our casts."
Ever since, Pansy had never forgotten what Hermione had done. Now, once more, Pansy cried in need.
"Shh. Pansy, it's okay," Hermione cooed.
"No. No it's not. I'm hungry all the time, but everything makes me sick. I cry at the drop of a wand and Teddy won't have sex with me," she sobbed, covering her face with a napkin. Hermione pulled her in tighter, only to be startled when Pansy let out a blood-curling cry. Hermione pushed Pansy to arm's length.
"Pansy?" Slowly peeling the large white napkin from her face, Hermione found the reason.
"Oh Pans. You have some squash on you." The distraught, pregnant witch nodded.
"I, I, Hermione," she whined. "How did you survive two pregnancies?"
"Well," Hermione begin while she wiped food from Pansy's forehead and cheek. "I only had one baby at a time. You have two in the oven." Pansy looked at Hermione in confusion. Hermione shrugged. "Muggle expression. Sweetie, everyone handles pregnancy differently. Just remember it's not you. It's Theo's evil spawn making you ill." This earned a sad chuckle.
"Did you know that I miscarried three times before?" Hermione set the napkin down and shook her head.
"I thought his was your first? I didn't know."
Pansy shook her head.
"First one with Theo, but." Pansy took a deep breath. "When I was married to Dean Thomas I lost my first early on. We wrote it off as stress from trying not to kill each other." She gave a little chuckle. "You know how hard that first year was on all of us. Well, after a few years, we truly loved one another. We tried and tried, and two more times I lost the baby. I'm so scared this time."
Hermione took Pansy into her arms again. "I can understand. After Orion, I lost one. It's hard. I know." She rocked them back and forth, trying to forget the night Dean died. She was there. He had been obtained for interrogation by the Black Lilies for spying allegations and to make the questioning interesting, they had used him for learning purposes.
He was the guinea pig for new hexes her father in law had conceived and new potions she and Snape had developed. She told herself that it was the dehydrating hex which dried up the blood that had killed him, but it was her potion that entered mass production for the Black Lily interrogators. Not Malfoy's hex.
Hermione walked into the bathroom after changing into her floor-length night gown. Humming, she opened the drawer and took out her toothbrush and paste. Hermione brushed her teeth the muggle way. It was how she kept her parents close. When they had passed away several years ago, she had lost the last thing that kept her tied to the muggle world. She started singing in her head the song her mum taught her. It was her brushing song, which was two and a half minutes long. The perfect length for timing your brushing. Half-way through her song, Draco walked in. He sneered seeing her.
"I fail to understand your irrational need to perform such a barbaric act." Draco turned and walked to the toilet. Hermione spit out the contents of her mouth and looked at him in the mirror.
"You understand perfectly."
"You're barking. It's disgusting," he shot back as he sat down. Hermione grinned as she shook her head. There sat the second most intimidating wizard in the Black Lilies. Pants and sleeping slacks pooled around his ankles, his white knees set apart and one hand between his thighs keeping 'the magic stick', as he named it, in-line. Yes, I'm the barking one.
"And yet, every single night for the past fourteen years you decide that you must have a sit in the loo to relieve yourself while I brush my teeth. Why is that? You know perfectly well that I'm in here. There are dozens of other loos for you to use, yet here you are." She shoved the brush back in her mouth. Roughly brushing she kept him in view.
He said nothing but his face spoke volumes to Hermione. She grinned, as she bent down to the bottom drawer. He might say that it's disgusting and he might even believe it, but she knew where he kept his brush.
"This look familiar to you?" she asked sweetly. Draco rolled his eyes as he finished.
"I have never seen that before this moment," he said as he flushed.
"Really? Oh well then I'll just have Rain-" Hermione was interrupted when he snatched it from her hand.
"Rain will do nothing," he said in a dark velvet voice. He dropped the brush into the bottom drawer and kicked it shut with his foot. He cupped her cheek, slowly moving in to kiss her. Hermione pushed him away.
"Yuck! Wash your hands!" He laughed and swatted her on the ass as she moved to the other sink.
"That, my lord, is disgusting."
Hermione woke to a small hand tugging on her toe. "What?" she mumbled, half asleep. She heard material being moved before the bed sank under new weight.
"I is waking you like you said. Today is work day," Rain whispered. Hermione opened her eyes just in time to see Rain flinch.
"He won't hit you Rain." The elf looked down, unconvinced.
"Rain is just knowing he will swing. I is being quiet."
"I'm up. Please prepare a light breakfast." Rain squirmed off the bed and popped away before she could finish talking. Hermione sighed and sat up on her elbow. "Rain!"
"Yes my Lady?" she asked as she popped into view again.
"Put tea and scones out for him as well. You know how he prefers his meal." Hermione flopped back down on the bed by way of dismissing Rain.
Draco's arm snaked around her bare waist.
"Ignore your appointment and stay right here." Draco thrust his morning erection in to her hip. A wave of arousal filled Hermione, but she didn't have the time.
"Yes," she purred. Draco lifted his head to look at her in the face.
"Really?" he asked, shocked that his wife had said yes to a lie-in.
"Yes. I'll have a naked, sex-filled lie-in with you. All you have to do is tell Snape yourself." She rolled over and slid her leg over him, resting him between her legs. He groaned approval. In a sweet, seductive voice she continued. "You go to your godfather Snape and tell him this. 'Snape, I want to have a naked, sex-filled lie-in with my wife. All I'm going to wear is-" Hermione was cut off and pushed away while Draco gagged.
"Go! Hurry up and get dressed," he panicked, shivering. "I've lost my urges. You won this round you tart," he muttered as he rolled over. Hermione smiled and got up smirking when she heard her randy husband mumble about wanking in the shower this morning.
Hermione walked into the lower dungeons of Malfoy Manor. She and Snape regularly met to work on potions to help the Black Lilies. Never backing down from a challenge, she hadn't hesitated when her father in law had suggested they work together all those years ago.