Disclaimer's Notice: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters
featuring in the books or the films. They belong to J.K Rowling and her
wonderful mind. Only the plot is mine so venture into it if you dare...
Chapter 1
A blonde haired adolescent stood at the foot of a banister. He looked at his watch and shifted uneasily from one foot to another. His other hand darted up to check his inner left jacket pocket. He breathed a little easier as he felt the box was still there. He heard a rustle of silk and withdrew his hand quickly, looking up, his worried expression melted as a grin took its place. A gorgeous figure gazed at him from the top of the stairs...gliding down the steps, she threw herself at him. Locked in embrace, the woman reached up to kiss her boyfriend. This was bliss thought Draco, this was exactly what he had always dreamed of, a beautiful woman that belonged solely to him, that only he knew every inch of and that only he could ever make his own.
"Oh Draco, forget the benefit dinner, lets do something a little more exciting", she said huskily.
Malfoy felt a something lurch violently inside his stomach at the words; partly in fear and partly in excitement. His father was expecting him in 20 minutes and Draco knew that he would be furious if he was for some reason unable to attend. Lucius had spoken of nothing else for weeks; he was about to be inaugurated into the Wizengamot (the high council of all wizards) and he would not want his only son to miss it for anything.
He replied, "Alright, but better not let Dobby or Father catch us or we'll be in serious trouble".
Hermione gave Draco the grin that could only mean one thing...it was going to be a very long and exciting night...
Surprisingly, the Malfoys had cleaned up after Harry Potter had led to the demise of the Dark Lord and Lucius had finally accepted after 5 years that his son was madly in love with a Muggle. Hermione had been accepted with open arms by Narcissa Malfoy; Lucius however, had been mistrustful of his son ever since they had moved back in together with an addition to the family. They lived in a cottage of their own at the edge of the Malfoy estate; it was perfect for 2 people in love and it had everything they could possibly ever want or need. They had their own team of house-elves who pretty much took care of everything from the housework to the shopping, it was paradise.
Hermione had already partially undone her dress as she reached the bedroom; she pulled Draco into the room and locked the door. She stood there looking at him...his beautiful steely grey eyes that had captured her were now filed with lust and love. She quickly unbuckled his trousers and ripped off his shirt. As he stood topless before her, she examined his torso, as her fingers traced the scars that were dotted around his chest from the final battles between the Malfoys and the remaining Death Eaters, he suddenly winced. She looked up, concerned, as her hand lingered over the shiny scar that was placed over his heart.
"What's wrong? It can't still be hurting can it, after all this time?" asked Hermione.
His eyes flashed a sudden look of worry and pain that Hermione, thankfully, failed to see.
"It's nothing that time won't heal, just a little tender that's all, only got it a month ago...remember?"
Hermione, only too easily, recalled the day she had gotten an owl from St. Mungo's telling her of Draco's condition. That was the day that had nearly lost her the only thing that mattered anymore; she shuddered and looked up, Draco's worried look was gone and all that remained in his eyes was something that any woman could easily interpret, especially Hermione.
He smiled, bent forwards and kissed her so hard that she was surprised at his urgency and need. As his hands moved from his sides to her back she felt a tingle flow down through her spine. Her dress slid off with ease as she advanced towards the bed. Draco obediently followed her, drawing the chiffon curtains as he approached. Hermione pulled Draco on top of her naked body as she pulled his trousers off revealing boxer-briefs that were dotted with miniature snitches. As she looked at them, she laughed out loud which made Draco look up. He gave her a mischievous grin as he took them off. Suddenly things began to move faster, Draco's heart began to beat harder and harder as Hermione's breathing quickened. Hermione gasped and she embraced him tighter, the need, the urgency that she had seen in Draco's eyes suddenly had purpose. Then, as if right on cue, they began to move as one and the purity of the passion that held this moment and their lives enchanted all...
With a grunt, Lucius looked at his watch and sighed; Narcissa looked over wearily and frowned: "You have been doing that for over an hour; whatever is the matter Lucius?" Lucius looked around and then leaned towards his wife:
"They are over an hour and a half late, where are they?! This is getting ridiculous!"
Narcissa smiled, she knew exactly where the two of them were but she kept her silence.
"Lucius, Draco is 21, I am sure that he can take care of himself, he probably has a valid reason for not being here. Remember what he said at breakfast? Tonight is the night; maybe they are...occupied...as a result of Kale's question. You remember when you first asked me, what we did that night."
She smiled inwardly to herself; "This may not be the best time to lose your temper with your son..."
"That had better be the reason, he knows better than to cross a Malfoy", said Lucius maliciously.
As Draco lay there, his sweat and essence mingled with Hermione's he thought of his father and what he would say if he should see them together now. He was suddenly jerked away from his thoughts by a sigh from Hermione. He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. There he found comfort and solace from all his troubles. He rolled over and snuggled deep into Hermione's neck; before long, both of them were asleep.
Draco's jacket lay discarded on the floor...
Chapter 1
A blonde haired adolescent stood at the foot of a banister. He looked at his watch and shifted uneasily from one foot to another. His other hand darted up to check his inner left jacket pocket. He breathed a little easier as he felt the box was still there. He heard a rustle of silk and withdrew his hand quickly, looking up, his worried expression melted as a grin took its place. A gorgeous figure gazed at him from the top of the stairs...gliding down the steps, she threw herself at him. Locked in embrace, the woman reached up to kiss her boyfriend. This was bliss thought Draco, this was exactly what he had always dreamed of, a beautiful woman that belonged solely to him, that only he knew every inch of and that only he could ever make his own.
"Oh Draco, forget the benefit dinner, lets do something a little more exciting", she said huskily.
Malfoy felt a something lurch violently inside his stomach at the words; partly in fear and partly in excitement. His father was expecting him in 20 minutes and Draco knew that he would be furious if he was for some reason unable to attend. Lucius had spoken of nothing else for weeks; he was about to be inaugurated into the Wizengamot (the high council of all wizards) and he would not want his only son to miss it for anything.
He replied, "Alright, but better not let Dobby or Father catch us or we'll be in serious trouble".
Hermione gave Draco the grin that could only mean one thing...it was going to be a very long and exciting night...
Surprisingly, the Malfoys had cleaned up after Harry Potter had led to the demise of the Dark Lord and Lucius had finally accepted after 5 years that his son was madly in love with a Muggle. Hermione had been accepted with open arms by Narcissa Malfoy; Lucius however, had been mistrustful of his son ever since they had moved back in together with an addition to the family. They lived in a cottage of their own at the edge of the Malfoy estate; it was perfect for 2 people in love and it had everything they could possibly ever want or need. They had their own team of house-elves who pretty much took care of everything from the housework to the shopping, it was paradise.
Hermione had already partially undone her dress as she reached the bedroom; she pulled Draco into the room and locked the door. She stood there looking at him...his beautiful steely grey eyes that had captured her were now filed with lust and love. She quickly unbuckled his trousers and ripped off his shirt. As he stood topless before her, she examined his torso, as her fingers traced the scars that were dotted around his chest from the final battles between the Malfoys and the remaining Death Eaters, he suddenly winced. She looked up, concerned, as her hand lingered over the shiny scar that was placed over his heart.
"What's wrong? It can't still be hurting can it, after all this time?" asked Hermione.
His eyes flashed a sudden look of worry and pain that Hermione, thankfully, failed to see.
"It's nothing that time won't heal, just a little tender that's all, only got it a month ago...remember?"
Hermione, only too easily, recalled the day she had gotten an owl from St. Mungo's telling her of Draco's condition. That was the day that had nearly lost her the only thing that mattered anymore; she shuddered and looked up, Draco's worried look was gone and all that remained in his eyes was something that any woman could easily interpret, especially Hermione.
He smiled, bent forwards and kissed her so hard that she was surprised at his urgency and need. As his hands moved from his sides to her back she felt a tingle flow down through her spine. Her dress slid off with ease as she advanced towards the bed. Draco obediently followed her, drawing the chiffon curtains as he approached. Hermione pulled Draco on top of her naked body as she pulled his trousers off revealing boxer-briefs that were dotted with miniature snitches. As she looked at them, she laughed out loud which made Draco look up. He gave her a mischievous grin as he took them off. Suddenly things began to move faster, Draco's heart began to beat harder and harder as Hermione's breathing quickened. Hermione gasped and she embraced him tighter, the need, the urgency that she had seen in Draco's eyes suddenly had purpose. Then, as if right on cue, they began to move as one and the purity of the passion that held this moment and their lives enchanted all...
With a grunt, Lucius looked at his watch and sighed; Narcissa looked over wearily and frowned: "You have been doing that for over an hour; whatever is the matter Lucius?" Lucius looked around and then leaned towards his wife:
"They are over an hour and a half late, where are they?! This is getting ridiculous!"
Narcissa smiled, she knew exactly where the two of them were but she kept her silence.
"Lucius, Draco is 21, I am sure that he can take care of himself, he probably has a valid reason for not being here. Remember what he said at breakfast? Tonight is the night; maybe they are...occupied...as a result of Kale's question. You remember when you first asked me, what we did that night."
She smiled inwardly to herself; "This may not be the best time to lose your temper with your son..."
"That had better be the reason, he knows better than to cross a Malfoy", said Lucius maliciously.
As Draco lay there, his sweat and essence mingled with Hermione's he thought of his father and what he would say if he should see them together now. He was suddenly jerked away from his thoughts by a sigh from Hermione. He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. There he found comfort and solace from all his troubles. He rolled over and snuggled deep into Hermione's neck; before long, both of them were asleep.
Draco's jacket lay discarded on the floor...