Draco rather enjoyed his first week with his new "assistants" living with him in the manor. Who wouldn't, four gorgeous women, each with their own individualized talents or benefits? But as a new week began and they set into a sort of routine, it became very clear to Draco that there was one woman he gravely missed. Astoria had been gone for just over two and a half weeks on business in Australia and Draco had half a mind to summon her back home. The other half of his brain, however, valued his bollocks and knew that summoning his wife to do anything was not in their best interest.
This being said, on the morning of the night of her return, Draco Malfoy was in an uncharacteristically chipper mood. One that was freaking out the pajama clad, Hermione, sitting across from him in the library.
"You look positively radiant this morning, Granger! You should never wear those baggy grandma clothes of yours again." Hermione looked from behind her book.
"Alright, that's it. What's gotten into you? It's like you drank a gallon of Felix Felisus…or snorted fairy dust." Draco smiled in her direction, closing Pride and Prejudice.
"Cheer up Granger, it's a happy morning. Bingly and Jane are to be married and all is right with the world." Hermione scrunched her nose at this positively frightening version of the Slytherin she knew at Hogwarts.
"If you're going to be like this, I'm going to need some coffee," she said. She turned to find Wilby, who usually anticipated needs three moves in advance.
"Here, take mine," Draco said, levitating his mug with his wand and placing it on the table opposite Hermione. "I have no use for it this morning." Hermione took a large gulp and cringed at the taste. It was nearly as bad as Hagrid's and that was saying something.
"Wow," She stuck out her tongue, "Wilby missed the mark this morning." For the first time that morning, the smile on Draco face faded, leaving an apologetic grin in its place.
"That's because Wilby didn't make it… I did."
"Oh… Sorry!"
"If I had known you were going to be so judgmental, I would have warned you. After all, it is your fault I had to make it in the first place."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that Wilby's on his day off. Once a week we suffer without Wilby's gifted hands."
"You give Wilby a day off?" Draco grinned at her shocked expression.
"Of course we do, Granger. Every Wednesday Wilby takes his wages and goes and spends it all on some underground house elf cult club. I'll spare you the details. Astoria and I were curious once and took him up on his offer to join him. The things I saw, Hermione…I've never been the same since." Hermione laughed, her cheeks dimpling in a way that made it impossible for Draco to look away.
"The secret life of house elves, someone should write a book."
"You'd be the one to do it, Miss Spew," Draco chastised.
"It's S.P.E.W, how many times –"
"Whatever it is," Draco interrupted, "when Astoria moved in, we decided to redo the manor's house elf staff according to your published articles on S.P.E.W! Caused a lot of trouble too. First of all, finding an elf that would accept pay was more trouble than it was worth – what are you staring at?" Hermione was looking at him with a lost bewildered expression that he quite enjoyed.
"Oh, nothing… I should get back to my reading." Her cheeks were as pink as the flowers in the garden. Draco smirked.
"You know, you keep blushing like that and people might get the impression you actually like me," he said with a heavy heap of cheek.
"Then people would be daft," Hermione retorted irritably, shoving her head back in her book. Yup, Draco thought to himself, a week later and watching her squirm was still entertaining.
Time passed and every page or so, Draco would peer over his book to look at the deeply relaxed, Hermione in novel heaven. Though this particular look proved to be quite bit more interesting than the rest. Hermione Granger was red from toe to tip, adjusting herself in her seat, eyes darting in every direction like she was about to be caught cheating on a potions exam. What is Granger up to, Draco thought. He watched her take her lower lip in her mouth and nibble on it nervously. Draco grinned darkly at his discovery. He quickly took out his wand and silently enchanted "Revelio" on the cover of Hermione's book, as to not be noticed. Just as he'd suspected, the cover, which had once said "A Witches Guide to Surviving Wisogyny" changed into "A Chased Embrace."
"You know; you don't have to glamour the cover. You're more than welcome to read erotica anytime you want to," Draco teased. She blanched.
"I'm not – "
"Please Granger, as if I wasn't going to notice you biting your lip, that dark look in your eyes. I know all your tells, sweetheart. I'm usually the one who puts them there." Hermione managed to roll her eyes amidst her embarrassment.
"Do people ever curse you for saying shit like that," she asked indignantly.
"You just got to a sexy part didn't you," Draco continued on, completely ignoring her. "It's making you really hot, isn't Granger? Tell me, what would I find if I looked at you nickers right now. A wet mark, perhaps." Hermione flushed, her arms prickled with the heat of his seductive tone. She shook her head at him, in teasing protest. He abandoned his book on his chair, kneeling before the woman in front of him. Hermione let out an audible breath that made Draco's member stir with anticipation. He carefully slid his hands up her smooth legs, spreading her knees apart with his practiced hands. "Good morning to where a nightgown, Granger," Draco said at her thigh, the heat from his breath prickling her skin. Hermione emitted a low hum, which he returned with a satisfied chuckle.
As his hands clamped on to her thighs, kneading at the skin there, Hermione sunk further into her chair, spreading her legs wider for him. He gave her an approving purr as he brought his lips to her right thigh, mere inches from center, he kissed her there. His tongue glided out of his sinful lips, lightly teasing her sensitive skin. Hermione fidgeted in her seat in anticipation of what was to come. But he sure was taking his time getting there. She let out an impatient groan, he smirked up at her.
"Patience, Granger. Enjoy the ride – keep reading your book. Let me mimic its erotic words." Hermione shook as his warm, moist breath hit her thighs with every word. She brought the book back up to her eyes with shaking hands. With each new line Hermione read, Draco doubled his efforts below. The hero in her story pulls up the heroine's skirts, Draco slid down the thin, wet fabric of Hermione's nickers. The Hero passionately kisses the Heroine and Hermione felt Draco blow air onto her exposed pussy lips. A low moan rolled through Hermione as, for perhaps the first time in her life, she found it exceedingly difficult to focus on the book before her. Draco swiped his hand along her wet folds, breathing in her sent. He traced his fingers, slowly along pink lips, purposefully ignoring what this was doing to the restless woman before him. His fingers danced across the hood of her clit, an intense ache building within her. She tried to grind herself against him to relieve some of her need but as soon as her hips gave the slightest of bucks, his hand left her cunt all together. Draco spread her thighs wide and held them tightly down to the chair so she could no longer move them. He breathed in, with a sigh, the intoxicating sent of her arousal.
Hermione whimpered desperately at the loss of contact. Her eyes combed the pages of her book anxiously as if the faster she read the closer she would get to some sort of relief. But the dirty words only worked to taunt further, her begging core.
"Draco, please… I can't take the waiting –"his Gryffindor pleaded. At that, Hermione felt his lips close around her swollen clit. Her body sprang to life, warm liquid, immediately running down her legs. "mmmmm yes!" His textured tongue, lapped up her juices, dipping into her wanting pussy at a torturous pace.
Hermione panted above him, slowly rolling her hips against Draco's face. As his tongue probed her hole with increased furfur, his nose tickled her tender clit. Hermione's body gave an unsuspecting hitch, as she breathed delicious sounds into the bindings of her book. As the tension rose within her the words on the page began to blur together. Merlin, she thought, she didn't give a bloody fuck about the handsome Hero in her book, not when she had the real thing between her thighs.
"Don't you dare stop reading, Granger," Draco ordered. Hermione let out a childish groan in protest. He flicked his tongue against her clit. Hermione squealed at the sudden contact. "I don't want you to stop reading until you physically can't anymore." Flick. Jump. Whimper. "Not until your eyes roll back into your head and your come's sliding down my throat." She moaned wantonly as his tongue lapped, steadily at her sensitive clit. He took a slender finger and dipped it into her pulsing wet expanse.
"Merlin help me!" Hermione moaned, trying and failing to focus on the words on the page. Draco's finger worked leisurely inside her feeling her inner walls. He could feel her whole body shaking, could sense by the desperate pulsing of her cunt how badly she ached for release.
Little dots of desire began to speckle her vision as Draco's ministration brought her deliberately closer to a slow climax.
"So help me Draco, if you don't speed – Ohhhh fuck!" Draco plunged two more fingers into her fluttering cunt without warning. Three long, curved digits plunged into her as he sucked, hard on her clit. Like a shot, Hermione arched violently over the back of her chair, sending the book to the floor. Draco chuckled at her clit in response, sending vibrations all the way up her body. Her hands griped the arms of the chair as she used the momentum to buck her cunt, furiously, onto his hands and mouth. Gods she needed release. She needed it so fucking bad.
Draco had no choice but to continue his assault on her core as he watched her curls drape against his library chair. He saw her chest heave with such intensity that her night gown had gone askew, exposing a large round, and beautiful tit to him. Draco's own need was growing stronger by the second, he moaned thinking about the hundreds of ways he wanted to take her after he made her come.
"Gods, you're sexy," He breathed into her, focusing his eyes again on the task before him. He curled fingers into the bumpy ridge beneath her, pressing there with each plunge into her cunt. She was so close, Hermione could feel it. Her inner walls spasaming against Draco's fingers.
"Mmmmm," sounded a moan that Hermione, somehow in her state, recognized as another's. It pulled her temporarily out of her delirium as she looked in the direction of the sound.
"Fucking Merlin!" Hermione said upon sight of Astoria Malfoy looking down at her with dark, tempting eyes. Hermione wacked Draco hard on the back multiple times. Astoria winked at her as Draco continued his work on her nether regions. "For fucks sake, get up!" Hermione yelled, her voice hoarse from her previous moans. She pulled him up from between her legs by his thin white –blonde hair.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, confused. Hermione wiped her sweat damp forehead and pointed a shaking hand at Astoria.
"Tori!" Draco practically squealed. Hermione might have found it funny if she wasn't currently stuck in the most awkward position of her life.
"No Draco, stay. By all means, finish her. I'll watch." Hermione shot the younger girl a shocked expression. But before she had chance to argue, Draco was between her legs again, doubling his efforts. Hermione's back arched again as an involuntary whimper escaped her lips. Draco rolled his tongue over her clit in quick succession as he was before, his familiar fingers finding their way to her slick center, warning their coming penetration.
"Oh fuck," Hermione groaned, immediately clasping her hand over her mouth. Hermione remembered her first night in the manor when she'd fucked Draco in front of some of her closest childhood friends; she marveled at her naive thought that that would be the most embarrassing moment of her life. Being watched by Draco's gorgeous wife was definitely worse.
When two fingers finally plunged into her tight, pulsing cavern, Hermione's hips gave an involuntary buck. She swore she could feel him smirking at her core. He took her clit between his teeth and slid the edges against her tender bud whilst still plunging into her. Hermione's mouth opened in O shaped bliss as Draco pressed against her g-spot with force again and again. Moans spilled from her lips without abandon as her walls clamped tightly around Draco's fingers and come seeped from her folds.
Her body shook and twitched before Astoria as Draco milked Hermione's orgasm, drinking up every bit of her juices.
Hermione jolted from her post orgasmic high when she heard the distant, mocking sound of clapping from her left. She ran her hands through her sweat damp curls, trying to sort out the knot in her chest and the heat rising in the pit of her stomach.
Draco, pleased with his work, swaggered to his wife. He pressed his lips to hers, tongue slick with Hermione's arousal. As soon as their lips connected Draco felt that persistent ache in his chest subside. He let his hand slide up the back of her neck and through her silky chocolate locks. Astoria rubbed against his aching erection, teasingly pulling her lips away when he tried to spur on their heated kiss.
"Merlin, Woman," Draco protested. Astoria grinned with her dark, taunting Slytherin eyes.
"Got to leave them wanting more, right Granger," Astoria said to a jaw dropped Hermione. She was off in the land of 'how did I get here,' and 'what the hell did I do to deserve this.' It was no surprise to Hermione, or to anyone one that knew her, that she was an extraordinarily jealous person. And while, yes, the prospect that she'd be jealous of the wife of her boss who she didn't even really like was a ridiculous notion, it did not stop it from being true. Especially when the wife in question looked like Astoria Malfoy. She had long beautiful, shapely legs, round hips, a tiny waist and full, perky breasts that made Hermione goggle. That is, she was goggling at them when she wasn't mesmerized by her crystal blue eyes that somehow managed to be sinful despite their angel-like pigment. Damn Slytherins and their stares, she thought. "Granger?" Astoria repeated.
"huh?" Hermione squeaked. The dark haired beauty across the room grinned, rolling her tongue along top of her full lips. Hermione swallowed – deep.
"You taste good, Granger. Maybe I'll have to try the real thing some time?" She arched a sculpted eyebrow. The elder witch went as scarlet as the letter and eventually had to turn away from Astoria's lascivious gaze.
"She's a bit shy for your taste, isn't she Draco?" Astoria mused in her husband's ear.
"It's sexier than you'd think," Draco said, winking in Hermione's direction. She could feel herself grinning like a flighty hufflepuff and tried desperately to stop.
"That's high praise, Granger. He's picky."
"You would know," Draco said, yanking his wife's body to his own again. He'd yet to have his own release and saying he was desperate for it was a gross understatement at this point.
"Of course I would. It took you a shameful amount of time to propose. Honestly, you were putty in my hands after our first date, why it took you so long to do something about it is beside me."
"A date we went on when you were 16, may I remind you. I proposed a year after you graduated Hogwarts. I do believe that was an appropriate amount of time." Draco said, oddly sprightly. The whole thing was making Hermione want to puke.
"Yes," Astoria continued, "A whole year!" she whined, kissing him fully again – moaning into his wanting mouth. "Drake, I've done something bad," she admitted without a shred of remorse on her face. Her hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed until he was twitching beneath her palm.
"When are you not?" he responded, trying to control his breathing. She gave a rough tight stroke. A low growl escaped his throat.
"I called work." Stroke. "Seems Mrs. Malfoy is rather ill with need."
"No talented muggles in Australia, this time?"
"There was one interesting chap, but he was English so it barely counts." Stroke. Hiss. "Besides, even he couldn't satiate."
"Shame."
"Seems, I need something specific." Stroke. "Someone, specific." her voice was dripping with as much arousal as was currently collecting in Hermione's center. She silently chastised herself for watching, then for getting off on it. Merlin, she was pathetic. "Floo'd work – told them we wouldn't be coming in today. Said we weren't to be disturbed under. Any. Circumstances." Astoria licked up his jaw line to his left ear, flicking his lobe into her mouth and sucking until his chest echoed with a low groan.
"W-why aren't we already in the bedroom?" He managed. Hermione rolled her eyes, did Astoria just make Draco Malfoy stammer? Bloody fucking Hell.
"Because – I want to play in the dungeon," She whispered in his ear. She removed her hand from his cock and walked in the direction of dungeon with titillating precision. "See you later, Granger." Astoria smoothly offered before disappearing into the long hallway, Draco fallowed behind like a trained wolf.
"Fuck," was all Hermione could say when they were gone. Fuck indeed.
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