Chapter four; the littlest bookworm
Disclaimer; same as previous
Warning mature themes in this chapter.
Amy and Draco went up to her room. It was just as she had remembered it. Even down to the detail of Bobbin stationed there waiting for her. The only difference was that the little elf was sitting cross legged by the fire with a book in her hands.
"Miss! You have returned" Bobbin is very happy to see you." She said in her high pitched voice, dropping the book and rushing over to her. She hugged her leg for a moment before realising Amy was not alone. She froze, staring up wide eyed at a confused looking Draco. He composed himself before the elf did and stooped to her level.
"My fiancé tells me that you have been a great help to her these past few years." He said to her. She had begun to shake. "Thank you for taking such good care of her, especially when I did not" bobbins eyes welled up with tears and she sniffed loudly.
"Bobbin is one of my dearest friends." Amy told him, placing her hand on the elf's shoulder, lending her the support she guessed her friend needed. "I'm not quite sure what I would have done without her." she got down on her knees and hugged Bobbin properly. The house elf proceeded to wail loudly, returning the hug.
"If there is ever anything you need let me know." Draco said. He knew full well all Bobbin had done after seeing Amy's memories and after years of feeling as though the creatures that ran the household, and Hogwarts were beneath his notice, felt astonished at the lengths they went to for masters who treated them well. "I am forever in your debt"
Amy noticed that Bobbins basket was missing. "Would you like to move your basket in here by the fire Bobbin?"
The house elf wiped at her eyes as she nodded, sniffling. "Would it be alright, miss and master, if Bobbin went to the library for a little while before bed?" she half sobbed.
"Of course." Draco answered before Amy had a chance. "As often and for as long as you wish"
With a resounding crack the little basket that still tugged on Amy's heart appeared by the fire and with another the elf was gone, one last sob of happiness echoing in her wake.
Amy turned to her fiancé. "That was very nice of you Draco; I'm not quite sure what to say."
"What is there to say? I think it's common knowledge now that you make me a better man." He smirked down at her. "Who would have thought eh?"
Amy's thoughts turned to their late headmaster. "I can think of some" she replied.
Draco
They sat on her couch, wrapped in each other's arms under a blanket. It felt so good to be free to hold her again, to touch her. But he knew that they had a new hurdle to face with his father returning home. He hadn't been able to have contact with him during their stay in Azkaban and they hadn't been present at his trial, which had been a much more private affair than their own.
He wasn't quite sure how he felt about the situation, after just assuming that Lucius would be held in prison for the rest of his life but now that he thought about it, though he had entered into the fold with the rest of the death eaters, when it came to the battle, along with his mother, Lucius had turned against Voldemort. In a much quieter way than his wife of course, but he had been worried about his son, and he had professed to caring for Amy like a daughter long before the battle, using his status, when he had one, to protect her as his ward.
Lucius Malfoy had done a lot of wrong in his life, which was the reason behind the fact that though he was being let out of prison, he wouldn't have the freedom that his wife, son and soon to be daughter in law would enjoy. He was to be under what the muggles called house arrest, confined to the manor and its grounds for the rest of his life.
Draco was unsure too about how things would enfold after his father returned home. Would he be able to forgive him after all these years of emotional neglect? He just didn't know.
When he brought the subject up with Amy she seemed similarly at a loss.
"I suppose all we can do is wait and see." She thought out loud and he agreed. It was time for happier topics he decided and asked her what she thought of an idea he had had as they swayed together under the willow.
There was still no sign of Bobbin when she began to yawn. She smiled imagining the little elf curled up in one of the leather sofas in the library, fast asleep with a book in her lap. She got up and stretched.
"I think it's time for bed" said Draco, doing the same. He pulled her to him "goodnight my love" they kissed and he made to leave but she grabbed his hand as he turned towards the door. "Stay with me?"
He didn't need to be asked twice. They kissed again, this time with more passion as their hearts began to race. Amy pulled away and began to open the buttons of her silk shirt slowly, looking up at him as he watched her in silence. His eyes took her in hungrily and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world to have Draco Malfoy stare at her the way he was. Once all of the buttons were undone she let the shirt fall to the floor and began at the three buttons on the side of her A-line skirt.
Draco
He was transfixed. Completely in awe of this woman before him. He watched as she removed her clothes until she was clad only in her underwear, her pale skin gleaming against the black lace of her undergarments.
His eyes roved up and down her body before her eyes ensnared him and he was unable to look away, unable to do anything except move closer to her.
He traced an invisible line from her temple, down her neck, across her collarbone and down her arm with his index finger, enraptured by the goose bumps that rose wherever he touched. She reached up and began to remove his sweater, he helped her get it over his head and watched as she undid the buttons on his shirt, his finger at work again, tracing her skin just at the point where it met the edge of her underwear. His clothes soon joined hers and he picked her up, depositing her gently onto the bed and helping her position herself so that she was lying across it.
He took his time, wanting to taste all of her. He kissed and nipped where his index finger had made its path, stopping every now and again to capture her lips and pay special attention to her neck, collarbone and wrists. Then he unfastened her bra and the attention he paid to her breasts elicited moans of pleasure.
He then travelled down her body, kissing every inch of her skin until he reached her lacy knickers. Just as he began to remove them with his teeth she told him to stop.
Confused, he lay beside her and asked "is everything alright?" he was surprised by the smirk he received in return. She pushed him onto his back so that he was in the same position she had just been in. climbing onto him she whispered in his ear.
"It's my turn."
She then proceeded to copy his earlier actions, kissing and teasing her way down his body slowly. He was torn between closing his eyes in pleasure and keeping them open in order to see what she was about to do. He chose the latter and was glad that he did. Their eyes stayed locked together as he watched her take him into her mouth and tortured him with her tongue and lips until he thought he would erupt.
Just as he thought he couldn't tale anymore she stopped and climbed back on top of him, pulling him up to sit with his feet on the floor she straddled him and guided him to her entrance. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and held her hips as she lowered herself onto him.
Determined for her to come first he took control and what had started out slow became increasingly faster and more passionate, she grabbed his shoulders and moaned into the crook of his neck as he quickened their pace, pulling her hips down and up again and again until she cried out his name.
He found his own release as she writhed in his lap and she pressed her forehead to his, looking into his eyes as they waited for their breathing and heart rates to settle.
They collapsed back onto the bed and after a moment managed to get under the covers. He felt like the luckiest man in the world as she curled up into his arms, her flaming hair making his chest look like an open wound. He pulled her close and promised himself that he would never let her go.
"I love you" she whispered sleepily and he kissed the top of her head before replying;
"Forever"
