A/N: sorry this is so late, I had the entire thing edited and ready and when I went to save it my phone crapped out on me and so I had to go back and reedit all over again. So mad! 😡

I know nothing about wax play. So any descriptions come from a blog I read and my own judgement. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter Ten

Draco

It has been a week since Ginny's interview came out. It's Tuesday and Hermione and Draco haven't been out of the flat except to have dinner with his parents Sunday, which will apparently become an every Sunday thing- at least until they have to return to the school- and that was two days ago.

It's not like anyone knows where the flat is except their friends and family and of course no one could follow them since they either use Apparition or the Floo Network to get where they're going- his information at the ministry regarding his Floo is kept well guarded like everyone else's-, but they just didn't really want to deal with the fallout of their announcements. They just wanted to let any fervor from the article die down some.

With the fact they announced not only the fact that they were together, but also now living together and expecting the Malfoy heir, they just knew there'd be a ton of people wanting pictures of them or another interview or whatever. So they've just laid low for this week. It wasn't like they need to go anywhere anyway.

The day after the interview Draco kept her in bed all day just as he said he would. They made love, read, talked, whatever. It was nice. Today, he had a different plan.

They were going to try wax play. Now, Draco had done it before, but Hermione would be new at it so, wanting to be sure she was ok with it, he tested her Sunday before heading to dinner at Malfoy Manor and she seemed ok.

He dripped a small dot of wax onto her forearm and then sprayed it with cool water from his wand. She didn't freak out and that was all that mattered. He wanted to be sure that, when it came down to the full on scene, she wouldn't panic and possibly cause injury to herself.

He had already bought the necessary items and was just waiting for her to get home from shopping for Ginny's baby shower. She was now seven months, three weeks and five days pregnant according to Hermione, so two days away from eight months and that meant that little James would be coming soon.

When they had gone to dinner, his mother and Hermione had been having a conversation regarding the fact that Ginny had very nearly hexed Potter into oblivion, which amused Draco greatly.

Apparently, according to Molly Weasley, whom Narcissa was apparently now having tea with once a week- which had apparently happened when Molly had owled Draco's mother to congratulate her on Draco and Hermione's provision of the next heir-, Harry has been hovering.

No matter what Ginny tried to do, Harry would be there and move to do it for her, thus making her angry because she felt like he didn't think her capable and due to her highly emotional state it had become too much and had finally culminated into Harry dodging hexes.

What Draco learned from this, was that he should remember that as a witch Hermione was absolutely capable of taking care of herself- it's not like they had the lifting restrictions muggle women did since they could use magic for all of that- and that he needed to let her unless she asked for help.

He would certainly keep that in mind. For now though there weren't many restrictions for her, except the laying on her belly thing, and so he was ok to continue having scenes in the playroom. He would monitor the situation and if at anytime playing around became too much for her, they would stop.

As he waited for Hermione to come home from shopping, he prepared the playroom. Laying down an old sheet on top of some pillows piled on the floor for her comfort. The floor was the best place for this scene as it would place her in a position in which she wouldn't risk falling.

He set a number of cream colored candles of varying sizes around the room, these would be more for ambiance than anything else. He had the different white paraffin candles for the actual play set up on a sturdy table next to where she would lay, far enough away to keep her from hitting it, close enough to set the candles down as he finished with them.

He had holders for all of them to make them more sturdy when he set them down and those were stuck to the table with a Sticking Charm. Next to the sheet were towels, a wash cloth and a large bowl for water for when it came time for clean up and of course there was the baby oil for a less messy clean up. He had a hair tie on the bed for her to put her hair up and paintbrushes of varied sizes for 'painting' wax onto her body.

This would add an interesting sensation when he used them.

There were also a couple toys. He wanted to use multiple stimulants. Create contrasts. So while the hot wax would create a little pain through the burning sensation, he had a silver bullet vibrator with remote to stimulate her vaginally and a black ostrich feather on a stick- similar to one of the toys she had for that great beast of hers- to create a light touch from afar. He would touch her with only these things, except when he put in the bullet, rubbed on the oil and scraped off the wax.

He was finally ready, he just needed to shed his clothes except for his jeans and pick a song to play over his wireless.

He had gotten one of those Muggle stereos that played compact discs without benefit of electricity- since it didn't do well around magic. So he went into the living room and browsed his discs. He didn't normally like the genre Muggles called "Dubstep" but the song he chose for this particular scene had a decent slow to mid tempo and a background beat that would work wonderfully for the wax dripping.

It also had an appropriate title, (I Wanna Fuck You)All the Time by Jeremih.

He levitated the wireless up to the playroom and put the disc in, readying it to play when the time came. Now that he was all done with the prep for the playroom he went downstairs and changed into an older pair of jeans. They were light blue and had a few rips around the pockets.

Now all he had to do was wait.

Hermione

When Hermione Apparated back into their flat she felt an atmosphere of anticipation. Something was going to happen, she just didn't know what.

She went looking for her boyfriend, to show him the cute little baby boy clothes and booties and such she had bought, but when she entered the bedroom to lay the bags on their bed, he wasn't there. Nor was he in the kitchen, the library or his study. Perhaps he was in his potions lab.

He was in there often as of the last week, making things to help her through her preganancy. That is when he didn't have her on her back, in the bed, on the couch, against the wall.

But when she glanced inside, he wasn't there either. That left only one more place. The playroom. And the thought of that made Hermione wet with anticipation. If he was in there, what did he have planned? Was it something to do with the wax play test he had done two days ago? And if so, was she ready for that?

It had felt different. A little more painful than the nipple clamps had been, but not quite as painful as the smacks she had received from him from time to time. He did love her bum.

She reached for the knob, but pulled back hesitating. Taking a deep breath to prepare herself she again reached for the knob, turned it and walked into the room. And there he stood, in the most delicious looking jeans she had ever seen. They were reminiscent of the jeans the hero in that trilogy she had defended wore in his playroom.

And they hung off his hips in 'just that way' too. That V that led down into his pants was sexy as hell and just the sight before Hermione made her needy. This man was all hers. Merlin but she was glad she had accepted him that first night.

He stood before her naked from the waist up, his defined chest covered in a light smattering of pale blond hair that led into a trail down into his jeans to what she knew was an impressive appendage. His shoulders were broad and his arm muscles well defined, but not bulky. They were strong arms. He could carry her slight frame around with ease, after all.

Shaking her head at herself she moved her gaze beyond him. All around the room were lit candles. The only light at all, except for the three windows opposite her.

Cream colored candles of every shape and size sat on every flat surface. Behind him was a sheet covering what she assumed was pillows. Next to the sheet sat a short table and on that were more candles. These ones white.

On the floor beneath, or next to, the table were several other items and his wand was in his back pocket, within reach if needed- though he was well practiced at Wandless and Non-Verbal magic. She focused back on his front and noticed he now had one hand out, palm up, beseeching her silently to come to him. So she did.

She walked over to him and placed her hand in his and he kissed her. Just a gentle brushing of lips against lips before he began to explain.

"I thought we might try some wax play today, if you're ok with that. That's why I tested you a couple days ago, I wanted to see if you could handle it. If you would be comfortable with it. Do you think you'd like to try it?"

"Yes, I believe I would."

"Good. Ok then, first things first. Step to the bed and remove your clothes and fold them neatly and lay them on the bed. There's a hair tie there, you'll see it, and I want you to put your hair up into a high bun on your head. Then come back here to me."

Hermione did as he commanded and then moved back in front of him. He then picked up a bottle of baby oil from the floor and began oiling her down.

The feel of his nimble fingers on her already heated skin was enticing and when he rubbed the oil into places like her breasts and outer lips- which she had shaved recently just to see how it felt and how he would react, which was with aggressive worship of her nether region- it took all she had not to grab a hold of him and beg him to make her come.

When he was finished he levitated the bottle to wherever it originally came from, as it sort of disappeared, and reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the blindfold he had used on her the night of the gala.

"This will not only heighten the experience but protect your eyes and immediate surrounding area from any splashing."

"Ok."

He slipped it on her and then grabbed her hand and led her to lay on the sheet. When she hit the mound underneath she knew her deduction had been correct and it was a pile of pillows to make her more comfortable. As she lay there waiting for whatever was coming next she heard music begin to play.

She had never heard this song, but the minute the beat began she felt the first drip of the wax on her skin, right above her mound, just below her belly button, and jumped slightly. He paused, probably checking she was alright, and so she relaxed herself back into the pillows as the wax began to harden; and he continued.

As the song went on he dripped and poured the wax along her torso in time with the beat. The pain wasn't too bad, the heat from the wax sensitizing her skin so that every drop thereafter made her jump and moan. The feeling delightful.

Just as she was getting used to the wax hitting her skin, the song restarted and she felt his fingers push something inside her and a whole new sensation started as the sound of a remote clicking on echoed around the room and something inside her started to vibrate.

Oh sweet Merlin!

Hermione felt that little ball of metal or whatever it was, it was cold at first she knew that much, hit her g-spot and the feeling rushed from her core to her now tingling toes and other extremities.

Her breasts grew heavy and in need of his touch, but he simply let the vibrator work and then she felt another drop of the hot wax, this time on one of her nipples and she nearly came right then. But then she felt something brushing from that drop of wax and around her nipple and areola, spreading that single drop all around.

Arching up she tried to touch her breast or to reach a hand down to her apex to rub her clit but suddenly her hands were above her head and she couldn't move them and her legs spread out on the floor so she couldn't close them.

It only took her a moment to realize why. He used a Sticking Charm on her! Oh it was so unfair! Hermione desperately needed some friction, but all she got was an increase in speed of the vibrator and another drop of hot wax on her other nipple and more brushing.

She was totally at his mercy and by the time the song was complete the second time her nipples where coated and she was so close to coming she could scream for the want of it. But he turned the vibrator off and removed it from within her.

She wanted to shout at him, but she couldn't draw enough breath to do so. It was all she could do to keep from panting, instead her breaths were coming in little gasping moans foreign and loud to her own ears.

He had yet to physically touch her except the kiss and her hand in his at the beginning, rubbing on the oil and inserting the vibrator as well. She desperately wanted his hands on her skin, so hot and so sensitive as it was. But as the song started for a third time she felt nothing.

That is until something soft and ticklish touched her ear and began to move down her neck and up her bound arm, then over to the other side and he repeated whatever he was doing there. Then he drew it down and around each breast and over the very top of her nipples making her arch as much as her bound limbs allowed.

He drew the thing down her torso across her hip bones and down each leg before he tickled her nether lips with it. Then suddenly there was more hot wax, up each leg and down each arm. She didn't know where he was going with it next, but she knew it would be shocking and magnificent feeling and she was readying herself for it when she heard the door open.

There was a muttered curse from Draco and then she felt something soft cover her. He must have silently summoned the sheet from the bed to cover her from whoever had intruded upon their play. And she found out just who when Draco next spoke and she was going to kill him! Both of them actually since she was still bound to the floor and couldn't summon her clothes.

"You know Potter, when I told you where we lived that didn't mean you could pop in unannounced any time you felt like it."

Draco

Good thing Draco was still clothed and a quick witted person. Otherwise Hermione would still be bared and Potter would have gotten more than just a glimpse.

As it was now, the black haired git was standing there, his hand clasped over his glasses and muttering something that sounded like 'got to bleach my eyes out, never unsee that, oh dear lord my best friend likes kink, someone kill me now".

"Well, I'd gladly kill you Potter, but then I'd have your wife and my girlfriend angry at me so you'll just have to live through it. Maybe this will teach you not to come into someone's home unannounced."

"Well, excuse me! I was worried, no one's really seen or heard from you since last Tuesday except your parents Sunday for dinner. We heard about you of course, thanks to your mother, but it's not the same as hearing from you.

"Add to that Ginny begging me to check that you're both still alive because she's nesting, or whatever the bloody hell they call it- which apparently includes being more worried than usual about those she loves and not just rearranging every Merlin forsaken room in the house- and not hearing from Hermione or you in a week had her worried, plus she's mad at me, so here I am and dear sweet Merlin I wished I wasn't!"

"Well you should be thanking me Potter, I may have just given you a few new ideas and tips to liven up your sex life. You might need it once James is born. Good thing witches heal in about three days time, could you imagine having to go without sex for six weeks like Muggles? That's scary! Now you've seen we're just fine, so have a nice day and all that rot and get out."

"Gladly!"

Draco watched as Potter turned about and, because the bloody idiot didn't remove his hand from his eyes so he could see, nearly broke his nose on the door frame from hitting it so hard. Draco wanted to laugh but he was cognizant that Hermione had remained extremely quiet during the whole exchange and he didn't want Potter to stay any longer because he was yelling at Draco for laughing at him.

So Draco kept silent, while inside he was bent over at the waist hands on his knees as he laughed until he cried. Once Potter was gone and he heard the telltale pop of someone Disapparating, which he hadn't heard before because he was busy with Hermione, he turned back to her.

Before removing the sheet and beginning where he'd left off, he checked if she was ok and wanted to continue.

"Besides the acute embarrassment I feel, and the fact I want to smash Harry Potter over the head with a huge hardcover book, I'm just dandy. It wasn't as if my boyfriend left me bound to the floor while my best mate stood in the doorway having just seen what he did."

"I am sorry love, would you have had me draw attention to you or let you draw attention to yourself by un-sticking you so you could get your clothes and had him see more than he already had?"

"No, I suppose not."

"I am sorry, but it's not like I knew he was coming. Now, are you ok to finish this? Only I was vastly enjoying myself and I'm hard as a rock seeing you like this."

"I know it wasn't your fault, and yes, I'd like to finish this. The imminent orgasm may have gone, but I need to come Draco. So badly."

"Then come you shall my love. And hard. Here we go."

He waved his wand at the stereo and the song started again, then he flicked it at the sheet covering her and it flew from her body, leaving a cool breeze in it's wake that he knew brushed her heated skin in the most delightful of ways, if her moan of pleasure was any indication.

He moved the feather back over her in the same pattern as before and tickled her outer lips with it again before pouring the hot wax up her legs and down her arms a second time. Again he watched as she readied herself for wherever he would drop it next and, not one to disappoint, he dripped one dot of wax on each lip of her pussy.

The resulting cry tore from her lips as a growl. She arched off the floor and cried out as she tried to rub her legs together for some friction, unsuccessfully of course. He sat the candle back on the table and extinguished it. He was done with the candles now, having used each of them to achieve his desired goal.

He turned back to her and just stared. Her lithe tan body was covered in ribbons and drops of white wax and he watched as the newest ribbons hardened and she began to whimper and continue to try to rub her legs together.

"Draco please, please! I need you, please!"

"What would you have me do, love?"

"Touch me."

"Where?"

"For Merlin's sake Draco you know where!"

"Not really Hermione. I mean there are so many points on your body I could touch, you'll have to give me specifics."

She growled out a frustrated groan at him then fairly shouted what she wanted.

"Just touch my clit already you wanker!"

"Yes ma'am."

He reached between her legs and stuck his index and middle finger deep into her slick center, rubbing her throbbing nub with his thumb as he moved his fingers in and out of her. She arched again and ground against his hand as hard as she could, chasing an orgasm that had been building for at least twenty minutes.

When she finally came, her juices fairly gushed from her and coated his hand. She moaned and ground and arched as she cried her release until she collapsed into the pillows and lay there totally sated, gasping as she tried to catch her breath.

But he wasn't done with her yet, not by a long shot.

He magically filled the bowl with cool water, soaked a wash cloth and began to dab it around on the wax that was now hard and probably pulling a bit at the tiny hairs all over her body. At the new sensation she gave a little mewling sound and tried to move. But Draco wasn't about to allow that. So he kept her bound to the floor until he was done.

Then taking his fingernails, he lightly began to scrape the wax from her body. And because her skin was so sensitive, she writhed and moaned and tried to escape his ministrations. As he scraped the wax away he revealed pinkend skin beneath and goosebumps of pleasure began to rise on her skin.

Once all the wax was off, mostly, he unbound her and helped her from the floor, removing the blindfold as he did so. He picked her up, the feel of her wet pussy and thighs against his belly making him even harder-if that were possible-, and carried her to the bed where he lay her down.

He removed his jeans, crawled over her body and sheathed himself within her. She cried out his name and he started a rythym to please them both. Not too fast but not too slow either. Draco felt her feet on either side of his hips as she moved her legs up to wrap them about his waist, digging her heels into his buttocks.

He drove in and out of her over and over until he felt the tingling in his toes and down his spine and his ballocks rising up as he pushed towards his own release.

"Come for me again, love."

At his words she called his name again, wrapped her arms tighter around him and came again. As she squeezed his dick with her walls he came hard, the denial of an orgasm he had needed making it last what seemed like forever as as he emptied inside her. So he lay his forehead against hers and their breaths mingled. This is what life was about.

Making love to a beautiful woman, one he loved with his whole heart, body and soul. He wouldn't ever give this up. He would make love to her all the days of their lives, or at least until he was no longer physically capable. Which hopefully wouldn't be until he was dead.

As they came down he rolled off her and onto his side, turning her to face him. He wrapped his arms around her and entwined their legs.

Hermione

Harry walking in on them had been embarrassing, but it hadn't deterred Draco. The orgasms she had were mind blowing and she certainly hoped to have a lot more of them! He was a talented lover and gave more than he got, at least in her mind.

He always made sure she came first. In everything, not just the bedroom. For a relationship that only started three, almost four, weeks ago it was going pretty well so far.

She actually regreted not approaching him before, just once in the past five years. Maybe had she tried to be his friend from the beginning, to not allow him to shut everyone out but his closest friends, they might have been able to be together for years now.

Of course the first couple she was with Ron, but after that maybe she could have avoided all the crap attempts at a relationship and found a good one in Draco, like she had now.

Oh well, Hermione knew too well that it was pointless to go through the thousands of 'what ifs' that made up her life. There were so many she couldn't even count them all. She would just have to move forward with what she had now. A boyfriend who loved her and treated her like a queen, a child on the way, and friends and family who loved her. She was truly blessed.

How had she gotten so lucky?

With Draco's arms wrapped around her and their legs entwined together they fell into a deeply relaxed state from which they promptly fell asleep. No words spoken between them.