My Martee98 is going through a bit of a rough path and is backing out as a beta for a while. Luckily, I have another angel at my side, Magzillasaurus, who's taking over as long as it's needed. While I'm sending all the positive vibes to my Marly, I thank my Maggie, in the meantime, for her help.
Chapter 35: The Partying Thai Wedding
Their plans to have a quiet ceremony were quite the opposite of what the locals had in mind. Instead, Hermione found herself standing next to her brand-new husband at the entry point of their venue and was told in short terms that they had to greet every guest - nearly the entire town - and take a picture if desired, before the next part.
"Thank you." Hermione bowed, accepted the handshake and the kiss on the cheek, smiled as the photographer in service took a snapshot and waited for the next guest.
Draco didn't kiss the women but did bow with hands in a Wai gesture, thanking them as he learned before, "Khob Khun Krab," if it was a man, or the female version, "Khob Khun Kha."
Hermione picked up the words quickly and bit by bit, she thanked them in the local language, however, the first few times changing the Krab by the Kha to the hilarity of the person in front of them. "Khob Khun Kha?"
The older woman laughed wide, almost a toothless smile, and nodded with a glint.
"Kha is for women, love. Krab is for the men." He whispered softly, after a few mistakes. Her effort to be kind to these people was adorable in his eyes. But after thirty or so bows, also he was ready to move on to the next part. Unfortunately, a small estimation told him he had to hold on for approximately twenty-ish people.
"Draco, what are they signing?"
Anurak was close-by, "They are signing a well-wishes book, Khun Herminny. To wish you much luck."
"Oh, pity we don't read Thai." She thanked the next one, seeing Draco put away a small gift of money. This part wasn't expected by the wizard, every guest made a donation that the couple couldn't refuse, but knew how much sacrifice it took to gift it.
A glance of understanding passed between the two, denying it on the spot would offend their guests, but keeping it was not up for discussion either. It left only one option open, gift it back to the village in one shape or other.
Draco remarked, "I might recognise a word or two, Hermione. I stayed here almost a year, remember?"
"A man of many talents." A new bow, a new Khob Khun Krab followed by the Kha for the wife, and a radiant smile for the picture.
After what it felt like an hour, they finished, and a woman motioned them to take their place at the centre.
Saengdao and her husband approached them with a small flower arrangement of jasmines and rosebuds on their hands, Samorn explaining the reason, "They are your honorary parents for today, and I'll translate the customary speech from a special guest, a part that Saengdao as the oldest, will take for her own account."
Draco leaned into the Hermione, "I wonder what she'll have to say."
"Not much about me, I'm sure." His wife grinned back.
Samorn listened, but the older woman wanted to say this first part herself, "Hermaione is good woman, good heart and will give you many beautiful babies," patting at her chest, heart-height and towards Hermione.
"Brother Draco…" the Thai litany that followed was hardly understood by the man himself and Samorn translated it.
"She means that Brother Draco is a blond angel with the heart in the right place. The village is very grateful for the donations, and also for the help that Brother Draco provided during his stay." The wizard in question smiled softly, uneasy with the unfamiliar praise. "Your English lessons, your help in the rice fields, and your respect for our traditions were much appreciated and valued. You started as foreign to every aspect of our village and became easily part of our families. Your lovely wife has a loyal husband at her side. May the blessing of Buddha be upon you two and grant you a life full of happiness and joy together."
With their hands in Wai, the young couple thanked the blessing, the blond's throat constricted, making it impossible for him to utter gratitude.
But with a clap of her hands in the air, the old lady set the party in motion, shooing the newly-weds into the direction of the extensive buffet full of homemade courses. The music vibrated, played by the loud wake-up callers from this morning.
Between the eating, they were entertained by several dancing acts; a group of Thai women showed the traditional dancing culture, long considered a pure art form. Strict movements, heavy make-up, wearing conventional attires, some passages were true story-telling episodes. At moments, Hermione forgot to bring the fork into her mouth, so impressive were the demonstrations.
The party was totally the contrary of what she expected from Narcissa's celebration, totally lacking the appropriate decorum, surrounded by broad smiles as part of the family, pats on the shoulder or the shaking of both hands to express their happiness.
Between the dances, many jokes were told of Draco's time, from the time he was learning the language or when he tried but failed tremendously in omitting a loud swear after a cut on the fingers from the plant while reaping rice. He blushed, she roared.
But the smile disappeared quickly from their faces, as Samorn grabbed their hands and guided them towards their little rented house, up to their bedroom. Inside, Saengdao and her husband waited sitting on the corner of their bed.
"Huh...will they stay and watch us consummate the marriage?" The smile froze on Hermione's face, while her heart was in her throat. Her wide eyes filled with horror.
"I certainly hope not." Hermione wasn't the only one panicking, by the tone of his voice.
The young Thai laughed, "No, they will not peek into your wedding night. This is an old costume, still performed in rural towns like ours. It's called preparing the bridal bed, and as they are our place's oldest married couple, Saengdao and her husband Preecha represent the evidence of a long and successful marriage."
"Ah…" Relief showed on their faces.
"What are all these things on our bed?" Draco circled his fingers casually over items the bed, pointing specifically to the brass tray.
"The ritual clearly states you have to sleep with these things for three nights."
Hermione huffed, frowning deep, "The tray takes so much room, there's not enough place for us!"
Samorn translated, and the three burst in peals of laughter. The Malfoys, however, were clueless, glancing from one Thai to the other.
"Brother Draco, Khun Hermione, you don't have to sleep with them in your bed… next to your bed is enough." Gesturing from piece to piece, she paraphrased Saengdao, as the woman spoke.
"The bag with beans and coins are to show riches, a prosperous life. The water is the symbol for harmony and mortar," The older woman gestured what the mortar was used for, " represents solid love. All this is for good fortune and fertility."
"What is it with you guys and fertility?" The entire day's red thread was babies. Babies everywhere!
"I guess Buddha is telling us something, darling."
"What exactly is that, dear husband?"
"You've promised me to stop with your potion."
"Let us talk about this issue in a private setting, perhaps? With no witnesses, eh… Draco-dear?"
Samorn elaborated before leaving their bedroom, followed by the elder couple, "Fertility is very important for our culture, it's also a sign of prosperity. We'll let you alone..."
"Wait, does everyone know we're here? As in like everyone knowing we'll be huh…"
"Don't worry about that. When I got married, it was exactly the same. It's part of our traditions." The Thai patted Hermione's hand and left with a knowing smile. A smile that was also plastered on Saengdao's face and that of her husband.
Embarrassed, Hermione hid her face in her palms. "Holy shit. Should we hang a white sheet on the window as a flag, so there's no doubt?"
Draco shrugged it off, "At the dungeons, we hung our tie outside the door as a sign…"
"In your case, constantly."
"Jealous a little?" Draco smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, kiss in her hair, "Let's join the party, we'll sneak out later when they don't notice us."
"HA! Not even you want to shag while everyone knows what you're doing." She pressed her finger straight into his orange-clad chest.
"Not really, this isn't a conquest to brag about, like at Hogwarts." He held the door open to let her through, wrapping her arm around his elbow after closing it. "I prefer privacy with my wife."
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It wasn't evident anymore if they were celebrating their wedding or if their marriage was the excuse for the villagers to feast. Their presence was barely acknowledged, the musicians playing traditional dances and only the monks and the less-mobile sat at their tables.
Yet, when a younger woman passed through the young couple, she snatched the pair's hands and told them to take place as she and her husband stood. The music was slowly paced, perfect for the Thai to show the circular motion with the graceful hand gestures and smooth footwork.
Coordinating hand and feet is by default not the easiest thing to do, especially when confronted with an unknown music style. Yet, to their pleasure, the musician kept playing the rhythms over and over again until the Malfoy-couple got the hang of it and could dance with the participants.
After the third dance, Draco dragged Hermione back to their place at the table to enjoy a drink, "It's the first time I watched them dance."
"Those traditional dances are a form of art. It entranced me."
"I saw it, love. Do you want to be captivated by something else?"
"Do you have something in your mind?" As if his hands weren't drawing circles in her thighs, suggestive.
"I don't think they'll notice us sneaking out." He kissed her just below her ear, the tongue licking where it made her hiss. "I want my wife."
"I…" He pulled her behind a corner and apparated into their room, shedding his orange robes with swift moves. Her brown eyes widened in surprise, "You only wear trunks underneath?"
"The Temple life means living in simplicity with hardly any interest in material things around you. I suspect some don't even wear anything underneath. No material and simplicity also means no vanity, therefore shaven heads."
"You too?" What a waste of his soft blond hair, "You can cut it, but never shave it off, if you love me."
"Already blackmailing me? We're barely married a few hours!"
"Draco, I love your hair! Like you wear it now, slightly shaggy at the end, more for me to grab."
"You grab it alright, but I'm not complaining." Wrapping a few fingers around her lacy sleeve, he pulled her to him, snaking both arms around her to find the closure and open the buttons at the back, "It makes me hiss, in particular when you add the scraping of your nails on my scalp."
"Sorry, not sorry." Setting the words into action, her fingers did precisely what he just described moments ago, eliciting the reaction he just expressed, a long seethed intake of breath followed by a growl.
Shoving the dress into a pool of cloth at her feet, Draco scooped her up, set her into the bed, and threw a shoe over his shoulder, soon followed by the other. Palming the sole, he rubbed over the entire area, taking a toe into his mouth and sucking it briefly before moving on to the other. When all five received attention, he shifted his focus to the other foot.
She discovered a new erogenous zone, her feet were until then just the part of her body she used to walk, protecting the ache with a cushioning charm. Never had she considered them to be a zone that shot arrows straight into her core and made her squirm in pleasure.
A Slytherin flat tongue ran over the instep, planting small kisses at ankle height. Gently, Draco spread her legs and let a foot rest on his thigh, using his open hand to rub her shin and calf in hypnotic rotating movements, distributing once more his attention equally between both limbs.
Calfs became thighs, fingers nearly brushing her apex and making her stoke each time his fingers rose. The grey-eyed devil knew what he did, but refused to give her the pleasure she longed after; instead, he rotated her in bed on a whim, ripped her knickers with one wrist move and concentrated his massaging on her arse globes, straddling her legs to get closer to his focus.
The position did allow her to squirm and squeeze her legs together, searching for the friction her clit pleaded for.
A rumble rose from his throat, "Are we eager for some release, love? Patience, princess."
He summoned a jasmine body oil and concentrating his kneading from her shoulder to the curve of her arse, with spread fingers or knuckles, leaving creases in her skin upon return. By moments, the fingers trailed the sides of her breasts, teasingly. Hermione rose her hips in a silent request, every time his touch came close to her bottom, one he kept ignoring.
Until he decided to dip his fingers in the crease, feeling her folds every time his fingers came close. Tables were turned, the wife was now the one who hissed and moaned; the top of his digit brushing over and under her taught nub, dipping in her entrance and circling the puckered opening; the husband humming confidently.
"Draco…"
"Patience love." He sat wider to spread her buttocks and give his hand more room to massage her core with oily hands. Her clit was rubbed with alternating pressure and circles unless two fingers thrust inside her scorching walls, which clenched around his digits.
In the meantime, he kissed her from shoulder to shoulder, lapping the few drops of sweat pearling on her skin. Smirking against her skin each time she hid her face in the pillow, mewling in response to the sizzling down her spine. His hand got squeezed between her thighs, and her arse rose at the same time as the shockwaves intoxicated her senses, her deep throaty sounds filling the air.
A gush of arousal coated his fingers, and he wrapped the wet digits around the shaft he freed with his free hand, "Your honey around my cock for you, love, feels like molten heat…"
Writhing, she turned onto her back, releasing long exhales of satisfaction, "Oh...I'm sure there's more heat to be found where that came from…" She was purring, to his supreme delight.
Losing no time with words, he nuzzled the valley, kissing the outline of each breast before creating a wet trail from bottom to her taut nub. Hermione rose her thigh to caress his hairy one in languid moves, pressing his groin closer to her core with a nudge of her heel.
He gave in to her desire, his hardness sliding between her folds back and forth, making her tremble each time the arrowy head touched her sensitive nub.
"I want more, Draco, please."
Male lips sought their way to her earlobe, whispering, "I'm making love to you, Hermione. I want to savour your arousal as a delicate plate of exquisite food."
She turned her head to meet his mouth and kissed him desperately, her hand searching for an opening to possess his shaft and guide him into her heat, "You've tasted enough, husband. Now fuck me before I combust of need."
He caved in and let himself lower into her pussy, hissing at the contact of her slick walls. But instead of slamming as she hoped, he sunk to the hilt and retreated entirely out of her pussy, repeating it until she writhed again, frustrated with his languid moves.
"Draco...please...you're driving me crazy."
Unexpectedly, he rutted into her, once, twice, and a third time taking her breath away, "How crazy?"
She couldn't answer, blinded by his thrusts, his hands twisting a nipple or kneading the full breast, the teeth biting around her earlobe. She could only feel...feel how his cock slid effortlessly inside her core, the angle allowing her clit to be rubbed at every penetration.
The coil that had earlier burst in thousand pieces was gathering once more in her lower belly, burning to be unleashed. Draco wasn't far behind if she paid attention to his rhythm becoming erratic, or the way he rutted into her, deeper at each slide; the signs she learned to discern when his edge was approaching.
Instinct took over. Growls floated in the air and mixed with her cries. Flesh slapped against the counterpart, while legs wrapped around the male waist and pushed him deeper if such was possible. Hermione offered him her neck, slamming her head back and drowning in the fire running through her body, as she fell.
His hands squeezed her waist, and pressed her body into the mattress, grounding her in place so he could sheath his cock and flood her womb with his cum. "My love." The mantra that left his lips between his kissing, "My wife, my love."
"My Draco." Hermione clung to him, arms and legs tightly wrapped as if she was afraid he would leave her.
In a very un-Malfoy manner, he smiled cheekily, "Mrs. Hermione Malfoy...my wife."
"You can't call me Granger any longer."
"If I call you Mrs. Malfoy, my mother will turn her head as well." His chest rumbled against hers in deep laughter.
"We have a problem, husband."
"No, we don't. My Hermione. My love, my princess."