Hot, naughty, but fun chapter advisory. Ginny learns something about herself too!!
Chapter 28
Harry found that he could look at Hermione the next morning. She ate ravenously, but there seemed to be no discernible difference. The again, would someone into that kind of sex look different? She was still the same Hermione but with somewhat varied sexual tastes. Yes, she seemed more sensual since she married, but then again, so did Ginny. Why am I so concerned? It's none of my business.
The women talked of their plans for the day. Draco walked into the dining room whistling. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, gave Ginny a good morning nod and kissed Hermione on the cheek with a "Good morning, kitten."
He sat down, opened The Daily Prophet to the financial section and frowned. "Gringotts lowered the rate of interest paid on accounts and the stocks for Malfoy Inc. dropped by two points, odd. "
"Love, your corporation cleared 32 million galleons last year, I wouldn't worry about it to much," Hermione said. "Here, have some eggs."
"So, what are everyone's plans for today?" Draco asked, taking a last peek at the paper.
"Finish an article," Hermione said.
"Look at some homes," Ginny said. "Although we appreciate it, we're not going to intrude on your hospitality any longer than we need to."
"In light of what happened, I get some time off to salvage whatever's left and find a new home," Harry said.
From what Draco saw, there wouldn't be much left to salvage.
"We may also be putting you in danger," he said.
Narcissa chuckled. "Mr. Potter, if Voldemort and his brainless minions couldn't get to the manor, do you think this nine nonsense can?"
"Actually, it's six now," Draco added.
"Nine, six, sixty- it makes no difference. This manor is warded much like Hogwarts, with a few innovations of my own," she said.
"We added some of our own too," Draco said and winked at Hermione.
Harry shuddered mentally. Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and Hermione all working together?
That night after dinner, Hermione was in her office working on an article. Ginny poked her head in the door.
"Hermione, can we talk?" Ginny asked.
"Sure, have a seat."
Ginny closed the door and took a seat. Must be serious if she closed the door. Ginny cleared her throat and started.
"Harry was too embarrassed to ask you, so he wanted me to ask that you cast silencing charms to your room," she said.
Hermione said a silent Oh. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you two feel uncomfortable."
"Well, it made Harry a tad jumpy, but...Hermione, I'll be honest with you, I was curious."
"Curious?"
"I get that you're into rather adventurous sex, but has it always been that way?"
"Admittedly, no."
"Then how did you get into it? I mean, did Draco just come out and ask you? Or did you?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Herms, I love Harry more than my own life. We have a wonderful, loving marriage. I just wonder if we can be more...versatile in the bedroom."
Hermione nodded. "I see." She stood and said, "Come with me."
She peeked in on Chris napping in the nursery before going to the bedroom, Ginny at her heels. She went to the bedside drawer, took out the paddle and handed it to Ginny.
"Do you understand when I say that certain pain can be pleasurable? Arousing even?"
Ginny shook her head. Hermione sat down and patted the spot next to her.
"Let me explain. When Draco approached me with the idea of toys and alternative forms of pleasure, he knew that I had never been spanked, never had something put in my arse or anything like that. Everything happens at my pace and he never pressures me to do anything. Why? Because he trusts me to be honest with him, and he will always be honest with me. I'll admit that he challenges me, because he knows me better than anyone else."
She took a silky cord from the drawer and drew it through her hands.
"A part of me loves to be claimed, to dominated, and he saw that straight away. He ties my arms and legs to the bedposts with this. My body is at his mercy, I trust him with that. He rewards that trust by working my body to heights of indescribable pleasure, which in turn brings him pleasure. Understand?"
Ginny nodded.
"See that paddle in your hand? That was the first toy we used. He asked, we talked and tried it. That's the key to our relationship-we talk. It's that simple. If we try something and I don't like it, we move on."
"But doesn't this hurt?" she asked and smacked the paddle on her thigh.
"It hurts a bit, but for some reason it turns me on. There's different kinds of hurt, different kinds of pain. There's also a difference between hurt and injury. It's hard to explain it the way you want to hear. Do you think Harry would spank you?"
Ginny shook her head.
"Have you asked him? Do you want him to spank you? To do things like this, they key is being honest with yourself, then with him. You know best what you like, you know best what your limits are."
"I am curious about this stuff."
"Good, you're being honest with yourself. Now, just be honest with Harry, what's the worst he can say? He loves you and trusts you, he won't begrudge you for curiosity. He'll be surprised, I've no doubt about that."
"So all this stuff makes you feel good?"
"Correction, it makes us feel good. Like I said, it's all about the lines of communication between you two. Just pay close attention to everything Harry says if you decide to go to him with this, the verbal clues will tell you more than you think. He might not want to admit that deep down, this might interest him. You're a good girl, and Harry might think that you'd be disgusted by it, or that you might get angry with him for even thinking that you'd go for it. Draco says a lot of men think that."
Ginny smacked her thigh again.
"I have an idea, stand up," Hermione said.
Draco checked on Chris and heard a smacking sound from the bedroom. Is Hermione spanking herself? At the doorway, he froze at the sight. I must be dreaming. Hermione was spanking Ginny with the paddle. He felt light-headed at the sight. This was every man's fantasy. Hermione finally noticed he was at the doorway.
"Draco!" she exclaimed and put the paddle away quickly. Ginny blushed even redder than she already was and looked at the carpet.
Oh yeah, Potter's spanking that arse soon. "As titillating as this scene is, mother Weasley is on the phone," he said.
"Oh, okay. Thanks for the talk Herms," Ginny said and hurried from the room.
Draco regarded her with a single lifted eyebrow.
"She just wanted to know what it felt like, that's all," Hermione said.
"Ah, so you were giving her a course of instruction," he said.
After a bath, Draco noticed that something was amiss with Hermione. She couldn't get settled in bed.
"Are you alright?"
"My stomach's a bit off."
"Out of droughts?"
She nodded. He flipped back the bed covers and put on a robe. "I'll see if mother has any."
He returned a few minutes later with a bottle. She swigged some and smiled gratefully. "Now maybe I can sleep."
"So, care to let me in on what was going on earlier?" he asked.
She sighed and fluffed her pillow. "In our excitement last night, we forgot to silence the room and our guests in the next room got an earful of our activities. As it turns out, Ginny has had an interest in the stuff for a while."
"But Potter doesn't know her interest, and she's concerned what he'll think," he said.
"All I did was advise her to be honest with herself and Harry, and embrace the trust they already have in each other," she said.
"And you spanked her with our paddle," he said.
"Believe me, I never thought I would ever be spanking my best female friend," she said. "I just thought she would learn best by seeing and doing, that's all. I can't believe I'm saying this, but you can't learn some things from a book."
"Hey, don't get me wrong, that was a bloody fantastic sight to walk into," he said. "You helped a friend in need."
"Wanker," she teased.
Two weeks later, Harry announced at breakfast that he was drawing up the papers on a home.
"We finally found one we liked," Ginny said.
"That's wonderful, why don't you tell me about it?" Narcissa asked.
It was the house elves weekend off, so Hermione left the table to get another pitcher of juice. They heard glass breaking from the kitchen.
"Kitten?" Draco called out. No answer. He went to the kitchen and hurried out seconds later with a unconscious Hermione in his arms.
"What the-" Harry said and grabbed some of the satin napkins when he saw the blood on her arm.
"Gracious!" Narcissa exclaimed and shot from her chair.
"She was lying on the floor, I think she passed out," Draco said, carefully depositing her on the sofa in the parlor. "She came down on some glass too."
"I'll fetch a healer," Harry said and left by floo.
The babies started fussing from the dining room. "I'll tend to them," Narcissa said.
"Mrs. Potter, could you make sure there's no more glass? I need to heal this cut on her arm," he said.
The healer did a cursory examination and revived her.
"It's nothing serious, is it?" Harry asked.
"No, Mr. Potter, it will resolve itself in nine months time. Madame Malfoy is a healthy, pregnant young witch," he said.
"Pregnant?" Hermione repeated.
"How wonderful!" Narcissa exclaimed.
"How far along am I?" Hermione asked.
"The best I can tell, about two weeks," he said. "And be sure to keep the cuts on your arm clean."
"Thank you sir," Draco said and escorted him to the floo.
"That explains my stomach problems," she said and held Chris. "Hey kiddo, what do you think of a new brother or sister?"
That night...
"Harry, there's something I want to talk to you about before we got to sleep," Ginny said.
"I think I know what it is," he said and slid into bed with her. "You want another baby, don't you."
"Well, yes, but that's-"
"When we get settled in our new home, I'll be more than happy to get to work on that," he said and drew up bed covers.
"I do want another baby, but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Okay, what then?"
"I talked to Hermione, she promises that they will silence their room and is sorry if they made us uncomfortable."
"Good, I would not have been able to have that conversation with her."
"Do you think that you can have a conversation about it with me?" she asked.
"About what precisely?"
"Have you ever thought about doing more with me than what we usually do?"
"As in what?"
"Um...spanking?"
"You want me to spank you?" he asked. Ginny noticed a curious tinge to question.
"Yes, but only if you want to. I don't want you to do do something you don't feel comfortable with," she said.
"And you would feel comfortable with me spanking you?"
Ginny sighed and settled into her pillow. "Forget I said anything, good night," she said and kissed his cheek.
"Wait," he said and pulled her close. "It's obviously something you've been thinking about. Tell me more about this spanking idea."
She explained to him what she got from her talk with Hermione.
"Of course I trust you and I would never harm you, but if you want me to redden that cute little bottom, I can try and do it so you'll like it," he said.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes, really. What, you thought that I would say no?"
She nodded.
"I will admit that I'm surprised to hear this, but I'm kind of turned on too. My naughty little wife wants to be spanked."
"Yes, she does," she said, growing more excited by the minute. Harry could see how excited she was.
He sat up, kicked the covers back and patted his lap. "Okay, come and lay across my lap. If I start to hurt you, say something. I'll stop then and there."
She grinned and laid herself across his lap, noting his erection. From just having this conversation!
"Do you want this on your bare bottom?" he asked.
She nodded and he slid her knickers down.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, spank me, Mr. Potter."
He brought his hand down and winced at the sound the contact made on her cheek. She bucked and hissed but said nothing.
"Was that too hard?"
"No, do it again."
He did and heard her sigh. "You really like this, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she breathed. "More please."
He felt his cock twitch at "more please" and complied. He smacked repeatedly, becoming more and more aroused every time she cried out. He never thought he would like this so much, or that she would. He stopped when he saw her chest heaving. He massaged her arse cheeks and urged her to a sitting position. Her eyes were glistening with tears, but she was smiling.
"I've got to have you," he said, stroking himself.
She decided to talk dirty. She knew Harry used coarse language when he was around the blokes at work, but how would he handle it if he heard it from her? Never know until you try!
"Can I suck your cock?" she asked.
He raised his eyebrows. Damn that was sexy. He would return the favor.
"I would love for you to suck my cock."
Had he known that spanking and talking dirty turned her on this much, he might have done it a long time ago. She had never given him such vigorous head! She took hold of his hips and pulled him toward her, taking him balls deep, hitting the back of her throat.
"Yes!" he breathed and did something he never did before. He urged her on to her back and continued to pump into her mouth, rolling his hips and letting his head fall back, succumbing to the ecstasy of fucking her mouth. She was loving it, moaning as she sucked and touched herself. He withdrew from her mouth, hitched her legs over his arms and entered her with a powerful, deep thrust. Her hips rose to meet him and he wheezed and grunted as he again succumbed to the pleasure. He felt his release building and pounded into her with fast, deep strokes when she cried out and climaxed with a shriek. His release was so strong it surprised him and he called out, "fuck-yes-yeah-fuck!" and pumped into her until he fell flaccid.
"The next time you have an idea, don't hesitate to speak up. That was bloody fabulous, I've never came so hard," he said, panting.
