A New Life
2943 words
Rating: M
Draco was sat on the bed, bent at the waist as he tied the thin black laces on his polished black shoes. The movement was mechanical. He tied one shoe into a bow before his thin fingers moved over to his left leg. This time he tied the bow in a different way. Making one loop, before twisting the other lace around it and pulling it tight. So tight that if there was a small person standing in the middle of the knot, the air from her throat would have been cut off completely within a few seconds.
He heard his wife's high heels on the wooden floor before he saw them from the corner of his vision. He flicked his eyes up to her formal dress and his gaze took in the royal blue dress hugging and skimming her perfect curves…The diamonds that were wrapped tastefully around her delicate throat and dripping from her ears. His perfect wife looking as always…perfect.
Draco dismissed her in the next instant. Standing from the bed, he turned his back on her as he adjusted the sleeves of his jacket and buttoned it up.
"Draco." His wife's perfect voice called out to him, albeit quietly.
He debated ignoring her for a moment. Wanting to take cruel satisfaction in hearing her say his name again, even though she knew he'd heard her the first time. Something stopped him…and he knew just what it was.
Her.
She would be disappointed in his behavior if he acted like that and so he acknowledged his wife with a terse nod.
"I have something to tell you."
Draco fiddled with his silver cufflink for two long seconds before he finally turned to face her.
His wife was watching him with those brown doe eyes and Draco wondered how her eyes could be so…muddy whilst hers were the colour of warm chestnuts. Waiting to be devoured.
Realising that his wife was still standing silently in front of him, Draco silently raised an eyebrow in a signal for her to continue. He watched her throat swallow in nerves as she struggled to get whatever was in her mouth, out.
In the end she went against her perfect upbringing and blurted it out.
"I'm pregnant." She said with a voice betraying a hint of excitement she had tried to initially hide.
Draco didn't know what to say and so he said nothing. He merely stared at his wife's perfectly flat stomach, hidden behind the fall of silk. He knew he should be happier. He had been married for four years and he needed an heir to carry on the Malfoy line. He and his wife had been fucking regularly so she could get pregnant. It had taken so long that Draco had actually made a private appointment with a top Healer in St Mungo's. He had assured him that everything was fine with both Draco's and his wife's body. Assured Draco that they would get pregnant when the time was right.
Draco felt a mixture of satisfaction and anger. It was over. The second he told her it would all be over.
"Draco?" His wife's hesitant voice broke his musings.
Clenching his teeth, he breathed out forcibly from his nostrils. He stepped the three steps that were distancing them and he dropped a kiss on her perfectly made up mouth. She was wearing a shade of very light red on her lips. Red had been ruined on every other woman when he'd seen her red mouth. Tasted it. Pleasured it.
He'd told his wife how much he disliked red lipstick on her. She would probably come up with some excuse on how this wasn't red but another colour like Candy Apple or other shit that was scrawled on the bottom of those little tubes. Before he broke his kiss, Draco angrily swiped his tongue along his wife's plump bottom lip. He felt her part her lips a little, expecting him to deepen the kiss and he instantly broke it. His disgust was only veiled because he saw her lips had been lightened of their rouge colour.
"If we don't apparate out now we'll be late." He said in his normal impassive voice.
He watched his wife take in a sharp breath before her eyes opened in dazed surprise. In the next second he saw something dim behind them. Another piece of light that had been staunched out forever and for a moment, Draco felt a stirring of guilt in the pool of his stomach. No doubt a feeling he was experiencing because he spent so much time with her.
It was her voice that he heard in his head. Telling him that it wasn't his wife's fault that the two of them were married. That he found her so utterly lacking in everything but as a suitable accessory on his arm.
The voice wasn't loud enough and soon enough it had quieted down to a nonexistent whisper.
Draco took his wife's wrist, wrapped it around his arm and apparated the two of them to yet another useless party to show the Wizarding World that the Malfoy's no longer wanted to kill Muggleborns.
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Draco was sat on the bed, bent at the waist as he untied the thin black laces on his polished black shoes. His movements were unhurried but the slight tremor in his fingers betrayed the excitement he was feeling. He pulled against one piece of sting and imagined that it was the thin ribbon of her underwear that he was untying. Like he'd done so many times. Like he would do tonight.
He heard her bare feet pad over to him and his fingers hurried in their motion. He kicked off both shoes before he turned to face her. His eyes greedily took in the lacy green lingerie that had molded against her curves and his balls tightened in his trousers.
"Looks like someone needs to play catch up." Her teasing voice glided over him and evaporated his raw nerves after the mind numbing evening.
She'd been there…as always. She'd been on that bastard's arm…as always. It had made Draco so jealous he could barely breathe and it took all his strength not to break the thin whiskey filled tumbler he held…as always.
She was his. And he would make sure she knew that tonight.
He stood from the bed and let her small hands run over his body. Robes were dropped to the floor. Buttons were undone. Zips were slowly unfastened. Until finally he was naked. His petite witch braced herself against him and stood on her little toes, head reaching up to his lips. Even on tip toes she was still too short to reach them and Draco loved it. Loved that she had to work to kiss him.
He dipped his head down…so close that he felt the touch of her lips for such a short time it couldn't be considered a kiss before he moved back up. Smiling at the slight annoyance in her chestnut eyes, he repeated the motion before pulling back up again. He wanted to be in control this last time. Draco knew that once he told her about his wife it would all be over.
His head dropped down for a third time and his mouth slammed down onto hers. He allowed her a moment to pass over the shock she felt before he palmed her thighs. She followed his movements and lifted her legs around his waist. Stumbling, Draco moved them backwards until he felt her back hit a wall. The movement caused the head of his cock to brush against her swollen bundle of nerves and she moaned loudly. He plugged the sound by sliding his tongue into her mouth.
Shifting her slightly so she was properly braced against the wall, Draco moved the arm that held her head to his lips and slipped it between their bodies. His fingers slithered underneath her panties and encountered the wetness gathered there.
His mind was jerked back to her mouth for a moment when he felt her bite at his bottom lip and capture it between her teeth. He pulled his head backwards and she didn't let up her grip until he was a good two centimeters away. Draco looked into her teasing eyes as she raised a single eyebrow as if to say "You aren't getting control that easily."
Draco smiled at the dare as he slid two of his fingers into her. Her mouth parted in a silent gasp and her eyes darkened that much more in desire. He moved out before easily pushing back in.
"You're so tight love." He whispered hoarsely into her ear.
It constantly surprised him when he felt her vise like grip around his fingers or cock. He moved the fingers in and out in a fast rhythm before twisting slightly so his thumb was free to brush against her clit every time he moved in. Draco reveled in the loud moan he was gifted with. It was one of the things he loved most about her. His wife was like a dead mouse in bed. She went through the motions silently and Draco only knew she climaxed when he felt the throbbing of her walls as she milked him for his seed.
But her…she was so responsive. Letting him know exactly what she liked and demanding more of what felt good.
"Come for me." He ordered.
His mouth found the sensitive skin under her ear and he sucked hard. Alternating the sucking with soothing licks and blows of cool air, he caused an angry red mark to appear on her pale skin. She would berate him for it later. But Draco would simply smirk her thoughts away, knowing that she secretly liked having him brand her.
"Oh Merlin, Draco."
Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled. The slight pain caused him to shiver in pleasure and his fingers moved faster and faster. She was close. He could feel it. Her chest was beating rapidly against his own…and then she screamed. Draco continued his ministrations as she rode out her climax before he made to remove his fingers. Her muscles protested in one last spasm before they released him.
Draco had to breathe in and out a few times to steady his breathing. His cock was leaking at the tip and he moved the head until it rubbed against her tingling wetness. She started wriggling when she felt him, trying to shift so his head would move into its awaiting slit. When she failed in her intended actions she groaned loudly and Draco laughed against her throat.
Moving so they were laying on the bed, he teased her further by slowly removing her bra and knickers.
"Please Draco."
"So sweet and hot." Draco muttered to himself. "Do you need me?" he asked her in a rough voice. "Tell me what you want."
"You." She said in a prolonged moan.
"What part of me?"
She clawed at his back in desperation. "All of you. Please Draco. Now."
And he thrust in fully to the hilt. One long movement that caused her hips to rise of the bed, her body begging for more contact with him.
Draco felt a familiar tightening in his balls and knew he wouldn't last. "Fuck." He muttered. "Stay still!" He growled.
His fingers tightened against her wriggling hips but she ignored his command.
"More. Now!"
She lifted her hips and moved upwards on the bed, causing him to move out of her. The cold air where her silky heat had just been caused him to howl out. Her legs hooked around his buttocks and she pushed him back into her body.
And Draco gave up. He pistoned into her a few times like a clueless teenager and that was all it took for him to lose control.
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Draco still had his head pillowed on her breasts when he knew he had to tell her. She deserved that much. He should have told her as soon as he had apparated into the suite but he'd been a selfish bastard. What else was new?
"I have something to tell you."
Still in bliss from her recent climax, she merely made a small "Hmm" in response, her fingers continuing to run through his hair.
"She's pregnant."
The hand faltering in its movement was the only indication that she had registered his words. She was silent and her breathing didn't change. Draco grit is teeth as he waited for her response.
When she didn't say anything after thirty seconds, he lifted his head. She seemed to be deep in thought and he moved up her body so he could kiss her lips gently. When he moved back, her eyes were piercing his own.
"Congratulations." She said quietly.
Draco didn't know how to respond. His shoulders moved up in an ambiguous shrug.
"Don't Draco. This is a good thing. You've been waiting for a child for years…How is she?" she asked hesitantly.
"Fine." Draco said curtly. This was his time with her. He didn't want to talk about his wife.
When her body started moving from underneath his, he immediately shifted until he was on all fours, boxing her body in. His palms cupped the side of her face and held it there.
"Until the baby comes there is nothing stopping us from…"
"No Draco…" she said as she shook her head within his hold.
"Yes!" Draco said and he bent down to kiss her again. His mouth slanted over hers, his tongue brushing against her lips, coaxing them to open so he could persuade her. He stopped when he felt a tear run over his hand.
"We said we would only continue until…"
"I know." Draco said quietly.
"You shouldn't have even come tonight…You need to be at home with your wife."
"I lov-" His words were stopped when she held her fingers up to his mouth.
"Go home and tell your wife." She whispered.
Her hand fell from its position and she leant in and kissed him chastely. And Draco knew that it was over. He wouldn't get her to change her mind. Deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew he wouldn't have been able to sway her.
Admitting defeat, Draco finally moved his body off hers. She accoied both their clothes to the bed and slowly they began re-dressing with melancholy. She spoke as they dressed and he listened, wanting to disagree with her words but knowing that he would heed anything she told him so he wouldn't disappoint her.
"Treat her well…Listen to her…Hold her when she needs you to…Love her."
Draco fiddled with his silver cufflink for two long seconds before he finally turned to face her.
She was watching him with those big chestnut coloured eyes.
"I'll do what you want me to. I'll pretend that she's you. But don't tell me to love her. I love you. Not her." He said strongly.
She walked around the bed until she stood in front of him. She wrapped her fingers around his right hand and brought it up to her lips. She brushed his fingers lightly before closing her eyes and hugging his palm against her cheek.
"I love you too. But she's your wife. She doesn't deserve this. What we've been doing for the last four years. It isn't fair to her. Forget me and love her and your child like they're your world."
There was silence for a minute as the two simply stood there silently, looking at each other and memorizing every second spent together in these hidden nights.
"You should go." she said painfully.
Draco nodded his head but didn't move. He watched her smile a sad smile before she laid a brief kiss on the palm of his hand. It dropped back to his side when she apparated out of the suite…Out of his life.
Draco stared at the bed where they'd lay just a few minutes ago before he too, apparated back to Malfoy Manor.
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His wife was lying on her side in their marital bed. Her eyes were closed, chest moving slightly as she breathed in shallow breaths of air. Her arm was curled protectively against her stomach, ready to defend their unborn child even in sleep.
Draco stepped out of his clothes quickly before he lifted the sheets from the bed and slipped in. Quietly, he moved until he lay in the middle of the bed and turned on his side to face his wife's back. She lay on the very edge of the bed…she always lay on the edge.
Reaching out his left arm, Draco wrapped it around her body and pulled her towards him. He knew she awoke from the instant stiffness that overtook her body. Ignoring it, he settled her against his chest.
The position was so very familiar. He'd done it hundreds of time with her. And yet it took a few seconds for Draco to accommodate the differences in their bodies. His wife was taller than she was. His wife was thinner than she was. His wife…was his wife.
Remembering his promise to her, Draco tightened the arm around his wife's waist and squeezed once. His lips moved to give her a small kiss on her temple before he drifted off to sleep.
His wife's hand lay over his own and she rubbed the skin on his arm twice, causing the skin there to tingle. She placed her palm over his before she too drifted away to the land of dreams.
In the slight firelight, their wedding rings glinted and lit up the dark room.
Author's Note: My this was quite depressing wasn't it? I'll leave it up to you to decide who plays the role of wife and who plays the role of mistress. Until next time, Curiositykils.
P.S. I'd like to take a moment to thank one of my readers chrysalise who has undertaken the challenge of translating the oneshots in this collection into French. For more info check out my profile page!