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Chapter 37

Hermione stretched as her brain slowly woke up. She felt as if she had slept for ages. It was one of those wonderful mornings when she woke up revived and refreshed. From the light in the room, she could tell that it was very early. The Malfoys still slept on either side of her, Draco sprawled out as usual and Lucius somehow regal in repose. The clock confirmed the early hour, but Hermione was certain that she was awake and could not go back to sleep. They had all gone to sleep so early. She had been exhausted, and so were the Malfoys. Hermione wanted to avoid waking them at all costs and lay still for a while.

Hermione felt a sandpapery tongue on her hand, and looked down to see a ball of black and white fluff. Her little kitten was nestled between her and Lucius, and seemed to be waking up as well.

"Hello there, little one," Hermione whispered. The kitten gave a soft meow and butted his head into the palm of her hand, making Hermione smile and start scratching behind his ears. "I do need a name for you, don't I? What do you want to be called?"

The kitten just kept staring up at her, with his adorable squished looking face.

"How about Gabriel, because you are an angelic little thing?" Hermione offered. There was no response.

"No? How about Fluffy Fluffkins, because you are too adorable?" Hermione continued. She could have swore that the kitten's little stare turned withering and scornful.

"Too much? Alright you little devil, how about Barnabas?" Hermione scoffed. The kitten let out a loud meow. "You want to be called Barnabas?"

The kitten hit her hand again with his head.

"Are you sure you don't want a less...demonic name?" Hermione asked. "Maybe something like Pumpkin?"

The kitten nipped her finger at her suggestion, making her yelp slightly. She looked over at her fiancés to make sure they still slept.

"All right, all right! Barnabas it is," Hermione huffed quietly, inspecting her bitten finger. Barnabas had not broken the skin and was now purring over his new name.

Hermione inspected her hands and did not see a trace of her burns. Her skin was no longer pink, but back to its regular color, if not a little pale because it was new and had not had any sun. Her stomach rumbled so loudly that Hermione looked to see if it had woken her bedmates. Happily, they slept on and Hermione was glad they were getting much needed rest. Hermione pulled herself up into a sitting position, and slowly extricated herself from the covers, so she could climb down the foot of the bed. That way, she would not disturb neither Malfoy on her way to the loo.

After quick use of the facilities, Hermione wondered what she should do. Standing in her bedroom, her attention was drawn to the terrace. She had not really gone out there yet, just looked. Hermione pulled on a pair of shorts, scooped up Barnabas from the bed, grabbed her tote bag and went outside.

The terrace was quite large. There was a table with four chairs, as well as several lounge chairs. Large potted plants and flowers decorated the marble floor and railings. There was a second door leading to Draco's bedroom. Hermione realized she had not really seen either Lucius or Draco's bedrooms yet and made it a point to take a tour in the near future. Hermione set Barnabas down and he began a systematic attack on a potted azalea bush.

"Tinky," Hermione called barely louder than her normal speaking tone.

"Good morning, Missy Lady," Tinky said after she popped onto the terrace. "Can Tinky be bringing Missy Lady breakfast?"

"Thank you Tinky, breakfast and a pot of tea would be lovely," Hermione smiled. "I'm feeling particularly hungry this morning. Are my parents up yet?"

"No, Missy Lady," Tinky replied. "The Granger Muggles are not awaking yet."

"Okay," Hermione nodded. "Oh, can you also bring breakfast for the kitten - his name is Barnabas now."

"A good kitten naming it is, Missy Lady," Tinky nodded approvingly and popped away.

Hermione settled herself on one of the lounge chairs and opened her tote bag. She pulled out her wand and cast the sun block spell that Lucius had showed her at the lake, allowing some of the morning light to lightly tan her pale arms. Hermione also noticed the diary she had been reading. For some reason, Evony's diary seemed like too private a book to be reading at St. Mungos, with all different people coming and going.

Hermione was through the very short engagement period and was up to the wedding. She was eager to know how Evony's wedding and wedding night to her two Malfoys would go. So far, the French witch had not had any private time to get to know the austere platinum blonds. Evony had noted that they were attractive, but she was not thrilled with their personalities thus far. The French witch also had to navigate and adjust to the British aristocracy, which was no mean feat, as Hermione could attest.

Evony described the preparation for the ceremony in detail, including her wedding robes that she had had made in France before she left. Apparently, it was a tad scandalous to the British witches helping her get ready, because of the very low neckline and natural skirt - rather than the hoops and puffiness that was popular at the time. One of the witches thought her wedding robes looked too much like a nightgown. Another matronly witch tried to alter the gown and received a nasty stinging hex for her 'efforts to preserve decency', making Hermione laugh aloud.

Tinky returned with her breakfast and Hermione took a break to prepare her tea and move over to the table, so she could eat better while she read. Apparently healing was hungry work, because Hermione felt ravenous. Tinky had brought her an enormous breakfast of fried eggs, bangers, fried tomatoes, toast with jam, and fruit salad. Barnabas also got little dishes, one of cream and another containing a fish-vegetable mash he seemed to like very well. Hermione ate happily while she read.

Evony, clad in her scandalous dress, entered the Malfoy ballroom alone. She walked down a thick green carpet to her two Malfoys, waiting under the arch. The head of the Wizengamot was performing their ceremony. Evony reported some gasping at her attire, but she also noticed definite appreciation of her gown as well - especially from her soon-to-be husbands. She also noted that the Malfoys looked good, pale and blond in their dark formal robes.

There was not a long description of the bonding ceremony. They used the traditional seven bonds. When their magic fully bonded, there was a shower of gold magical light around the trio. The crowd oohed and aahed. The Malfoys took turns sealing the union with a kiss. Evony lamented that she did not get a lot of information from either kiss, because they were brief. Regardless, the French witch was now married to two virtual strangers.

The reception was elegant, stylish, and of the highest possible quality. Hermione smirked, thinking that Malfoys had not changed much over the generations. Evony reported some difficulty finding enjoyment in the sumptuous food, charming entertainment, and cloying company. Her family was there, of course, but Evony still felt like a kitten surrounded by feral barn cats - her description, but Hermione could relate. Evony still wanted to see how she got along with her husbands, to know if they were pleased with her, if she was as powerful as they hoped she would be.

Finally, the reception ended. Hermione was through with her large breakfast. She returned to her lounge chair, setting up the teapot and her cup on a low side table. Barnabas was snoozing away, having eaten his fill. Hermione refreshed her tea and settled in to see what would happen next.

Evony, now Lady Malfoy, did her duty and stood by her husbands to bid farewell to their guests. As they watched the last group leave, Evony started to feel anxious. She noted that her feelings were irrational. She had taken several lovers in the past - this would not be new to her. Despite that, she was trepidatious. She guessed that it was the enormity and newness of the relationship. While she had had lovers before, she had never had a husband. Also, she had generally known her lover's prior to their intimacy - but these wizards she did not know.

Lord Malfoy, Domitius, asked her if she would need a moment to herself before they joined her in her chambers. Evony replied that she would not. She had decided to take the bull by the horns, so to speak. They all Apparated to her room and it was exceptionally awkward. Evony reported that they just stared at her forever, though in retrospect it was probably a few moments.

Evony was the one to move first. She began to take off all the jewelry - the heavy gem encrusted necklace, the matching earrings and bracelet, the tiara. She unbuttoned the top skirt and let it fall before turning around. She asked someone to help her unlace the bodice of her dress and waited. After a moment, she felt strong fingers untying and loosening the ribbon. Evony also let that fall to the floor, leaving her in the very thin white silk under-dress that was partially see through. She ended the spell that was holding up her long black hair in intricate swirls.

Evony shook out her hair and tried to relax, trying not to let the Malfoys' silence disturb her too much. She finally looked up them, but they just stood staring. She took their silence to equal disapproval. Evony spoke first, saying that she understood if they did not find her appealing - that attraction was individual. It was Domitius that responded, correcting her. He and his son, Hyperion, both found her exceedingly attractive, but were unclear on how to proceed - specifically, what her preferences would be. This made Evony laugh, because none of them knew what to do, but also because Domitius was so formal. Evony happily explained the reasons for her laughter; having learned that few wizards appreciated laughter in the bedroom, unless they are in on the joke.

The Malfoys chuckled along with her and accepted Evony's suggestion that they all get more comfortable. The wizards removed their formal robes and shoes then all three sat on the bed to talk. In private, both Malfoys seemed to loosen up and be more personable. She began referring to them as Dom and Hy in her diary. Evony reported that she had several lovers in the past, most male but a few female, and that she considered herself sexually adventurous. She noticed Hy blushing and remembered his age, so she asked him if he was comfortable with all this. It turned out that Hy was a virgin. He had some experience, but had never actually had sex.

Evony's heart went out to her young husband. He had only recently turned eighteen. She reached out and initiated touching, just stroking his hand. Dom expressed that they knew they were both required to consummate the union that night, but he hoped Hy could start. Evony thought that was a wonderful idea. Hyperion was a beautiful young man, with almost white pale blue eyes. Domitius patted Hy's shoulder and went to sit in the chair next to the bed.

After looking at her for several long moments, Hyperion leaned in and kissed her. This kiss was longer and Evony reported that she felt the passion this young wizard possessed. She continued touching him but expanded the stroking to his arms, shoulders, and chest. After kissing and petting, Evony removed Hy's shirt. He quickly followed her lead, removing his pants. Evony was impressed with his size and described him in enough detail to make Hermione blush. Apparently, platinum blond hair was not the only enduring Malfoy trait. Evony described her own feelings of arousal. The beautiful wizard was making her dizzy with his kisses and tentative touches. Not wanting to wait longer, she removed her thin silk dress and was naked. She heard a sharp intake of breath, and turned to see Dom avidly watching the pair on the bed. His own trousers were bulging and his eyes were dilated with lust. Evony smiled at the older wizard before turning back to the younger.

Hyperion stared at her nudity for a moment, but then reached for her. His tall lean frame covered hers as he renewed his zealous kisses. He moved to suckle on her breast and Evony reported feeling as if she would explode from anticipation. She was breathing heavily and asked Hy to take her. At that point, the young wizard hesitated and expressed his desire to do it correctly, to please her and not hurt her. Being an exceptionally well-endowed wizard was not always easy. Evony tried to assure him that he would not hurt her, but Hyperion remained concerned.

From his chair, Dom interjected, breathing heavily. He instructed Hy to reach between Evony's legs to see if she was ready. Hyperion seemed pleased to have direction, and did as he was told. He reported to Dom that she was dripping wet. Evony moaned at his touch, arching to get closer to him. Domitius bid Hy to insert to fingers and Evony happily received his long, nimble digits. He made sure she was well-lubricated, and added a third finger at Dom's behest, stretching the panting witch. He worked up a steady rhythm with his fingers, driving Evony wild. She wanted more and pleaded for Hyperion to get inside her.

Domitius assured Hyperion that she was ready and instructed the young wizard to go slowly, making Evony groan her objection. She wanted to feel him in her, pumping hard into her waiting body as soon as possible. Hy did as directed and entered her slowly, letting his new wife adjust to his girth. Evony arched up into him, trying to speed up the process. She just wanted to be filled. It was small solace that she was not alone in her impatience - that Hyperion was panting and straining with the effort to measure his movements. Dom's voice was thick with lust as he praised Hy for his control and gave him permission to start gently thrusting.

Evony felt as if she were going mad. The sensations Hyperion was creating pushed her slowly up, letting wonderful tension build. She ran her hands over his back, down his arms - never tiring of feeling his skin against hers. She looked down to watch his thickness enter then retreat, shining with her slickness. Hy's pace slowly increased and Evony demanded he go faster, harder. Soon he was plunging in and out with abandon, her nails digging into his back. Evony reported biting his shoulder at one point. Hyperion leaned down and sucked hard in her taut, sensitive nipples - pushing her over the edge. Evony did not know if she had ever experienced an orgasm that intense before and attributed it to the slow build up.

Hyperion's orgasm quickly followed hers and the tall, young wizard collapsed on her, shouting her name. After a moment, he rolled to the side, allowing her to breathe easier as he tried to catch his breath. Evony did not have long to recover because Domitius moved in quickly, painfully aroused from his role as the directive voyeur. He had already removed his clothing and Evony could see he was just as gifted as his son was. Dom pulled her toward the edge of the bed, her rear resting on the edge. He threw her legs over his shoulders and thrust into her hard. Dom was relentless, firm, and purposeful. He nuzzled her calves softly as he rammed into her, making her whole body shake. Evony had not had time to recover from her first orgasm before Domitius was demanding she have another. She was caught wholly off guard when a second, equally intense orgasm suddenly ripped through her. Domitius gently kept thrusting as she came, watching her, before letting himself go with a roar of satisfaction. Evony reported feeling him empty jets of warm thick fluid into her already drenched core.

"Are you okay?"

Hermione was startled by the question and jumped, yelping and dropping her book. She knocked over the now cold cup of tea that had been resting at her elbow. She had been totally transported into the detailed story and forgotten where she was.

"Are you okay?" Draco repeated, concern furrowing his brow. "Are you in pain? You look tense and flushed."

"No, no," Hermione squeaked before clearing her throat and trying again. "I'm fine. All healed - no pain."

"Then what is the matter?" Draco asked, sitting on her lounge chair. Hermione was sure she was blushing beet red. She reached down for the diary and relocated her page. She held the open book up for Draco and he took it. After reading for a second, his brows shot up and he grinned. "Oh, I see. Someone is reading very naughty things."

"Your father gave me this book," Hermione defended herself.

"I am sure he did," Draco chuckled, running his hands lightly up her bare leg.

"It is a diary of the last triadic Lady Malfoy," Hermione continued her defense, striving to point out that she was not reading lascivious material for no reason. "This is research!"

Draco threw his head back and laughed.

"Is that what they call it these days?" Draco teased. "Research?"

Hermione blushed more and swatted lightly at Draco's shoulder.

"I think it's wonderful," Draco continued, smoothing his palms up her shins, across her thighs, and to the hem of her shorts. His fingers disappeared into her shorts and under her knickers, lightly brushing her wet slit. Hermione gasped. "It made you excited. You are soaking wet. Tell me what part made you the most excited."

Draco eased her shorts and pants down her hips and tossed them aside. Hermione just watched in a lust-filled daze as he positioned himself on the lounge chair between her legs. He looked heatedly at her center.

"Tell me," Draco repeated huskily, looking up at her.

"It was their wedding night," Hermione managed.

Draco leaned down and returned his attention between her legs. He rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh and his fingers danced lightly over her core, making her groan. She did not need Draco's teasing; the book had already left her more than wanting.

"They needed to consummate the union," Hermione continued. She knew Draco would only tease her unless she answered his question. "Hyperion was a virgin, so he went first."

Draco increased the pressure with his fingers and began gently thrusting them inside her. Hermione groaned and raised her hips in concert with his movements.

"Then what?" he rasped, not stopping his wonderful hands.

"Hyperion was very...well endowed," Hermione continued. Draco gave a self-satisfied smirk, proud of his ancestors' prowess. "He was afraid of hurting his new wife and was reluctant. Domitius directed from the bedside."

"Did you like reading about that?" Draco panted, increasingly his pace.

"Yes," Hermione moaned, arching her back. Draco continued with his fingers but added his mouth, flicking her clit with his tongue. "Hy did well his first time, restrained and gentle. Evony was satisfied. She hardly had a chance to catch her breath before Dom took her, hard."

Draco increased his speed and the strength of his thrusts when she said hard. He also started alternating between flicking and sucking on her clit. Hermione was breathing heavily now and did not know if she could continue the story.

"It made me think of our wedding night," she managed to gasp. "Yes, more Draco."

Hermione could feel the enormous tension that had been built up, crest and peak. Draco slowed his hands down as she came, gently pushing in and out while she clenched around him.

"What a beautiful sight," she heard from the doorway as she was trying to recover her breath.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Draco smiled up at his father from between her legs.

"Glorious," Lucius reached down and brushed Hermione's now sweaty curls off her forehead. "Good morning, Pet?"

"Glorious," Hermione responded, smiling broadly.

"I caught her being quite naughty, Father," Draco teased.

"Oh?" Lucius arched his brow, trying to look stern but his eyes were dancing with mirth.

"She was reading a dirty book, Father," Draco gleefully reported. "She said you gave it to her for research purposes, but she was getting aroused."

"Tattletale," Hermione muttered.

"Ah," Lucius nodded with faux seriousness. "That is naughty. How aroused were you?"

"She was tense, flushed, and had soaked her knickers when I found her," Draco put in before Hermione could respond.

"What would you have done if Draco hadn't come across you when he did?" Lucius purred. "Would you have started touching yourself, Pet?"

Hermione blushed. It was certainly likely.

"Merlin, I would've loved to see that," Draco sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything; just watched to see what would happen next."

"How sad that Draco did not get to see that," Lucius agreed. "How will you make it up to him, Pet?"

Hermione grinned devilishly and got up. She whipped off her shirt and was completely naked.

"Maybe Draco should take a seat. Maybe there is some small gesture I can make, to compensate him for missing out on a show," Hermione laughed. After all, it was clearly Draco's own fault that he interrupted her. She was glad he had, because self-stimulation just was not the same as his talented hands and mouth.

Draco took Hermione's seat on the lounge chair. She quickly positioned herself between Draco's spread legs and took stock of the substantial tenting in the pajama pants he had put on when he woke.

"I heard you say the book made you think of our wedding night, Pet," Lucius said, taking a seat on the lounge chair next to them. "What did you think of?"

"I imagined finally having you both inside me," Hermione reported as she freed Draco from his pants. She caressed his thick length and smiled. He looked beautiful in the bright morning light. Hermione appreciated seeing him better. She leaned forward to rub the velvety hardness against her bare breasts while she spoke. "I imagined what it would be like. Would it be sweet and gentle, or fast and hard? I imagined being stretched and filled."

Draco's eyes were half closed as he panted, watching her tease his cock with her breasts. Beads of cum were welling at the tip. Finally, Hermione bent forward entirely and started placing soft, wet kisses along his length.

"I imagined the look on each of your faces when you come inside me," she continued, punctuating her words with kisses. Draco moaned and gave a small thrust upward. Hermione responded to his nonverbal plea and swallowed his swollen member. She moved her mouth up and down, sucking hard as she went up.

"Merlin, Kitten that's it," Draco rasped. "Keep doing that."

Hermione looked up at him while she worked, pleased at the pained, helpless expression on his face. She relished the fact that she could quickly make this beautiful wizard fall apart. Wanting to see how fast she could bring him to release, Hermione increased her speed and reached a hand to his sac. One small tug and Draco exploded into her mouth, shouting her name. Hermione gently massaged the base of his cock while she lightly suckled on him, coaxing out every last drop.

"Fuck, Hermione," Draco groaned, squirming slightly as she still sucked on his sensitive head. She was prolonging his orgasm slightly until she was sure she had everything he had to offer. Then she finally released the suction and made sure to lick him clean.

"This is all mine, Draco," she said sternly when she was done. "And I wanted every last bit."

"Yes, Mistress," Draco nodded submissively.

"Good boy," Hermione stroked his face. "My beautiful boy."

Draco smiled at her praise and rubbed his check into her palm.

"You're right, Pet," Lucius smiled contentedly from his seat next to them. "This is a glorious morning."

Hermione settled into Draco's lap as he wrapped his strong arms around her. She smiled happily at Lucius, reaching over to take his hand. He finally looked rested and had the natural, genuine smile he used - mostly in private. Hermione knew he was just happy to all be together, everyone safe and healthy. Lucius worried a great deal, especially about losing the people that meant the most to him.

"Sleep well?" Hermione asked him, resting her head on Draco's chest.

"I did," Lucius smiled, threading his fingers through hers and basking in the morning sun. Hermione sighed contentedly as Draco pressed his face into her hair and did the same.

"Missy Lady," Tinky popped into the terrace. Hermione stopped her automatic reaction to cover her nudity. Elves did not care about nudity at all and Tinky had been around when she was getting dressed often enough. "I is wanting to be telling you that the Granger Muggles are awake and is going to be taking breakfast in the morning room."

"Thank you, Tinky," Hermione nodded. "Will you tell them I'll be down shortly?"

Tinky nodded and was gone in a flash.

"What is planned for today?" she asked her wizards to delay moving.

"The Skeeter woman will be here at eleven for the interview you agreed to," Draco sneered.

"You have a massage scheduled with Miss Neruda at two o'clock this afternoon," Lucius reported.

"I think your mother planned your party to start with a dinner at seven," Draco added. "Ours starts at the same time, in another room. Muggles are so strange in wanting to keep people apart before they join."

"Muggles traditionally did not have sex before marriage, particularly women," Hermione explained. "It may have been a way to safeguard the bride's virginity."

"How odd," Lucius mused, lifting their entwined fingers and kissing the back of Hermione's hand.

"I guess I better take a quick shower and get dressed," Hermione sighed lazily before she extricated herself from her wizards. She retrieved Barnabas, who had just woken from his nap and was stretching on the marble tiles. "This little guy insisted on being named Barnabas. I tried to call him Fluffy Fluffkins and he tried to bite me."

"Good thing," Draco snorted. "Barnabas is a fine name. That other thing you said is most definitely not."

"Are you both coming down for breakfast?" Hermione asked, pausing in the doorway.

"Indeed," Lucius nodded.

"We'll see you in the morning room shortly," Draco agreed.

Next - whatever happened to that Muggle room? Let's find out!