Drops this chapter in your lap (it contains goodies), thanking everyone for the good vibes. I got yesterday really good news and I can breathe again freely. Once more, I thank my angel Martee98 for her beta-work.
Chapter 14: Riling up, the new hobby
"Can you stop pushing her buttons, Father? I'm trying to stay in a good understanding with her, but every time you open your mouth, you're undoing my improvement, damn it."
"In case you haven't noticed, your witch is more than capable to stand up for herself. I've promised her to be the one walking down the aisle with her, mark my words: It. Will. Happen."
"I temporarily forgot about your new found talent to foresee the future. Pity, it didn't manifest before the noseless bastard entered our lives."
An older hand pressed on the younger's shoulder, "I failed you countless times, I know, and I regret the pain I caused you. I'll spend my days asking for forgiveness, son. But you have to forgive me... I can't help it, I love to rile her up. She never disappoints me… plus I sense that something has shifted between you. You're doing something good, son." Even now, Draco felt a blush rise in his features, "Take a piece of advice from your old father. The most gratifying moments between a passionate couple often start with a good bantering. If the nice approach isn't helping enough, you might throw it over another side and, forgive me my bluntness, make her see that Malfoy men know what they do in bed. Not that you necessarily need a bed."
This was probably the first time the son saw the father blush with a mischievous glint, not that the son didn't flush from this conversation. He never received pointers from his father on how to perform in bed, nor even had the talk took place about the bees and flowers, trusting that his son would learn it all by himself.
Yet, he didn't stash away the comment as unusable. Draco was taking any crumble he could, if pushing her buttons would bring him some satisfaction, can you blame a bloke?
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"I don't need jewellery, Narcissa." The glass was set on the table slightly harder than meant.
"Hermione dear, I understand your point. However, there's nothing wrong with accepting a well-intentioned present to show you how much he cares. I suspect Draco is aware of your taste for subtlety, he won't disappoint you."
The younger witch felt her discomfort return, and felt compelled to ask for advice, "Narcissa, can I ask you something personal?"
The embarrassment in her tone was, and the older woman came closer, "A female type of problem?" The clipped nod confirmed her suspicion. "Tell me, what's your problem?"
Hermione scrunched her face, "Did you encounter some uneasiness with a certain body part?"
"During my pregnancy with Draco? Oh, dear...so many." It was also an old wives tale that you forgot all about it after giving birth. "You got to be more specific, so I can help you."
"My...breasts…"
"The increase of volume?"
"No… that's natural, so I've read. It's more oversensitivity of…"
"Ah, I see, let me guess, you have the feeling you want to scratch the entire time?" Perfectly shaped eyebrows hid under the fringe.
"Oh fuck, yes. Pardon my English, Narcissa. First I thought it was due to the lace, but hell, even plain cotton is driving me crazy…" The will to scratch was forcibly subdued at the very moment. She wasn't inside her private quarters to give in to the need.
"Well, there's this charm that works miracles, similar to the cushioning of shoes, you know, the one so you can walk on heels for hours without the hurt?" Narcissa demonstrated the wand gesture, silently asking for permission to apply it in the needy zone. The effects were immediate. "When my midwife taught me this, I stopped refraining from wearing my favourite sets, enlarging them of course when it was necessary. Your bosom will increase a cup size, more or less. But, what works too, if you allow me a little naughtiness, is the assisting hands of your wizard. The pleasure is ultimately gratifying, take my word for it."
Hermione cleared her throat blushing. A particular memory invaded her thoughts, one she hoped for a repeat if she was honest.
"Sweetheart, why don't you and I…" Father and son rejoined them. "Attend a nice wellness day to relax? Moving into a new home can be exhausting for a witch, so much more if you're expecting. When does it suit you the best?"
Draco guessed the frown was more from figuring out when it was more convenient then of searching for a polite refusal. It pleased him to see his mother make an effort so Hermione could feel welcome within their family, and to see those efforts pay off.
"Narcissa, I guess that Miss Granger has no free time for such trivialities, she's very busy with her studies, my love." Lucius bit in his chicken stew, with a taunting smile.
"Narcissa, this Wednesday I have a free day."
"Perfect, I know the perfect place for a relaxing day." Sometimes, Lucius poking did bring the required results. The smirks on every Malfoy face were telling.
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She returned home still grinning. Diner had been quite a pleasure, as the bantering between Lucius and her went on for the rest of the evening.
Was it about what their wellness day should include, We will, of course, end the day with a decent meal at Le Dukes, parading a beautiful woman is one of the Malfoy's men biggest pleasures.
Hermione was still adjusting to the fact that Lucius called her beautiful, on the contrary of the mudblood comment back in time.
But his compliment wasn't even cold, or he added his sting, "It's important to show unity in these times of doubt." He rose his hands in the air, "I'm not forcing anything, I'm just saying it's important that people see there's no animosity between us. I've said my peace already and made my promise."
Just saying my arse, thought Hermione at the time, but Narcissa added, "I hate to admit my husband has a point. Let people see we are interacting at ease with each other, we'll kill every negative gossip as the announcement of a wedding remains out."
"Fine, we'll dine like one big happy family at Le Dukes." The man's opinion was valid and essential, foremostly, from Draco's point of view. If they interacted in public without animosity, it couldn't undo the wizard's effort to improve his name.
It darkened her mood for a moment, but precisely at that point, Narcissa handed her over a basket with a huge white bow on top. Inside, the content made Hermione gasp, "Oh my god, are these the same as the ones I saw in France?"
"Exactly the same, they are essential bathing oils which leave your skin super soft and smell heavenly good. Draco asked me where I've gotten them, and I simply decided to gift the very first, in honour of your new home."
"I haven't moved in yet, Pansy will help me Saturday."
"It's the first I'm hearing of…" Draco huffed, connecting the dots. "Why didn't you ask for my help?"
"I'm only waiting until Mr. Chatty-Kathy here consulted with Pansy to know what we've discussed this morning." Lucius choked on his wine, "She was going to set up with Blaise, and probably with Ginny and Harry too."
"You are going to let Tibby help with packing, won't you, Hermione?" Narcissa enquired keeping her face straight as much as possible. Her son being called out for gossip was a hilarious first.
"I'm heading to a shoppe in Muggle London to buy Tibby something related to comic books, Draco told me she likes to costume-play."
"Don't remind me, last time she flew into the house with a blue sort of pyjama on, red knickers on top and a red cape hanging from her shoulders. I asked her what she was doing, and she answered me this weird thing about being a superwoman."
Hermione burst in a roar, laughing heartily at the vivid image in her eyes, "Oh gawd, she roleplayed SuperWoman? Merlin, I would love to see that!" She held her arms tight to her belly, to stop the shaking, though a hand wiped a tear or two. Alas, a new giggle fit left her chest, "I'm so sorry, I can't stop the picture in my head. Can I use the bathroom, please?"
Draco escorted her to the nearest lavatories, surprised to see she couldn't stop laughing. Opening the door for her, he held her for a second, to dry a new tear of laughter from her cheek with his thumb. Her face was as bright as the sun to him, an image he stored for later, eager to see it happen more often.
He waited patiently until she was finished, the blush in her cheeks still visible. Unable to resist his urge, he held her face between the palms of his hands and kissed her passionately, humming of pleasure as she whimpered. Her own hands covered his, to keep him in place, for a few seconds before they sought a way to his shoulders and push him closer to her body.
Instinctively, he walked them towards the nearest wall, pinning her against it, while fingers followed her arms, down the curves of her breasts until they stopped at her hips and press her apex tighter to his own pelvis.
Hermione totally forgot where she was, intoxicated by the sharp thunders of need down her spine; her leg wrapped around his arse, to seek more friction on his hardening member; drawing more low grunts out his throat.
"Love, my...parents...ugh, fuck...witch...Salazar's knob...Hermione…" She was making it very hard for him to resist lowering his trousers and take what was being offered. "Please, Princess. My father and mother…"
"Oh...Oh…" Leg slid down, an ashamed blush rose to her face just.
"No, love. No need to feel embarrassed, I want us to continue this little conversation at a later moment tonight, Hermione. Don't close me out, love. Please." Draco shoved tresses away from her face, caressing her hair, placing lingering kisses everywhere to ease the cold he felt from her distancing demeanour. "We're not finished here; instead we wrap it up, say our goodbyes and I bring you home to carry on where we stopped."
"Draco…"
"No, that's not happening. You're not shutting me out, Hermione." He was a man on a mission.
His mother couldn't hide the surprise as he announced their departure, "We're still good for Wednesday, right?"
"Yes, Mother. Owl her the address, Hermione will be there. Father."
Lucius looked silently, assessing the situation. He couldn't precisely lay his finger on the point, aside from the suspicious glow on the witches face. Instead, he nodded, "Do visit us sooner, I miss your witty spirit otherwise. Life can be boring nowadays."
The answer was half omitted by the way Draco hauled her to the Floo, the bottles of bathing oils quickly trailing behind them, thanks to a levitation spell from the young wizard.
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His burden was quickly disposed on the nearest table, the thud a little harder than desired, but he didn't want to lose time and risk a change of mind from his witch.
Nearly immediately, he wrapped her in his arms to kiss her fervently, reawakening the passion from moments before.
"Draco…"
"Stop thinking, feel me, witch, feel my need for you." He rubbed his hardness against her sinking slightly through his knees to make sure the head of his cock hit the bundle of nerves at her apex. "Please, Princess. Its been so long for me…"
She moaned from his attack on her throat, the lips nipping their way up to her mouth until they covered her entirely and launched a hungry attack. His tongue seduced her into playing, dancing around, tasting her.
Lost in sensation, Hermione laced her fingers through his hair, pressing herself harder against his tight body, "Bedroom, please...Draco…"
There was no need to ask twice. He swept her off her feet, setting her perfectly in the middle of her bed before covering her body halflings, leaving room for his hand to roam over her curves, while the other held her face in place.
The setting wasn't entirely of her taste. She nudged him into covering her body with his.
"I'll hurt the baby."
"Don't be daft, he's well protected. I need to feel you…" The initial retort turned into a needy request, desperate for pressure. Draco was, of course, not a wizard to disappoint. He offered the requested friction while relieving some of the weight by supporting on his flexed arms.
It was satisfying for a few moments, but soon the desire for skin contact became urgent, and she fumbled with his sweater and shirt until his upper body was naked, with Draco retributing the favour with her own blouse and camisole, followed by her bra.
"I love your titties…" At first, he inhaled her scent hiding his face between the valley, then he laved on her nipples dividing his attention equally among both mounds. Hermione had no other choice than to surrender, melting under the luscious kneading. Her foot nudged his arse to press harder but today humping wasn't offering enough satisfaction. Instead, her fingers sought a way between their bodies, to open his button and the zipper so her hands and feet could lower his trousers, soon followed by his underwear.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Draco. I need more…"
"I'm all yours, witch." The remainings of his underwear and socks were swiftly removed, and he aided her to dispose of her own garments, grunting sinfully at the first skin contact. "Ah, you're so hot and wet."
Draco rubbed his shaft between her nether lips, making sure his head hit her clit repeatedly. Her breasts received divided attention, his gaze travelling from her face to her plump mounds and how his dick resurfaced between her pussy.
Reaching between them, Hermione shifted his cock and lined him up, her other hand pushing his arse until her walls opened under his invading hardness. Her breath stoked, and she tensed fully.
The wizard barely allowed her a few seconds to adjust to the intrusion, hissing at the heated feeling around his member. His control reached his limits, and his hips thrust with ardour, swept by her moans, the squirming thighs and how her mouth bit in his shoulder or plundered the mouth she claimed away from the nipple he lapped on.
Unexpectedly, he pulled away, twisted and set her on her fours and entered her from behind, hands free to press on her clit or to squeeze a jiggling breast. Hermione pressed as he pushed, turning her head to face him with reddened cheeks, and hungry eyes, "Fuck me, Draco...make me come...oh, fuck…"
It blurred before his eyes. His hand wrapped around a bunch of hair, and he pulled to force her on her knees, back resting against his chest while he thrust upwards feeling her juices trail down his thighs. His thumb rubbed her clit frantically, and she broke apart in his arms whimpering.
Her clutching walls was the push that tilted him over the edge. With a hand around her chest, and fingers creasing in her hips, he jerked inside, cumming in intense spurts; her arm turning his face towards her mouth and smothering his grunts with her lips.
It seemed endless, how she clenched and he jerked, barely room for air between their bodies. His breath, cold streams of air on her shoulders, the hairs on her skin raising in response.
Ultimately, he nudged her to lay on her side, him spooning around her and his fingers splayed open over the light swell of her belly. They remained like this for minutes that felt like hours. At a certain point, he rose to leave her, uncertain how to proceed. But she held him up, "Stay."
"Just for tonight or longer?"
"Baby steps, Draco. Tonight, for now, we'll see about tomorrow, later. Please?"
"I can't go back to dry humping after this, Princess. Don't ask it from me…"
"Denying myself a piece of heaven is unwise."
The satisfied male smirk was impossible to hide. Draco swirled her in his arms, kissed her full on the mouth and cradled her against his chest, laying once more a hand on her belly.
The gesture was shattering her walls, outside his knowledge. His genuine care melted her heart. The baby was completely unplanned, but no matter how tiny he was, he occupied already a big chunk of their hearts. Even in the man she never thought capable of having such feelings. She had to admit, this was a version she didn't know. A Draco she wasn't opposed to uncovering the hidden layers.