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Now - Muggle rooms, reporters, and relaxation
Chapter 38
Hermione left Barnabas frolicking in her clothes closet and went for a quick shower. Her showers were never quick enough, because her bathroom was too luxurious to run through. Standing in her towel, Hermione started looking for her comfortable clothes. Her old Quidditch jersey was nowhere to be found, but she did find - not surprisingly - a few Slytherin green jerseys emblazoned with the name Malfoy across the back. Laughing, Hermione slipped one on along with her worn jeans then made her way downstairs.
Hermione rescued a slipper from Barnabas and took the tiny troublemaker with her. Her parents were having breakfast in the morning room, gushing quietly over the house, the food, and the servants.
"Good morning, Mum. Good morning, Dad," Hermione smiled and took a seat at the small table. It faced one of the large east-facing windows in the room and there was a lovely view of the gardens bathed in morning sun. "Sleep well?"
"This place is amazing," her mother gestured around to the room, the view, and then emphatically at the breakfast spread. "Those elves are amazing!"
"They really do good work," Hermione nodded.
As if to illustrate her statement, an elf popped into the room.
"I is being called Sippy, Missy Lady," the elf squeaked nervously. "Can I be bringing you any breakfast?"
"Just tea for me, Sippy, thank you," Hermione said, settling Barnabas in her lap. He meowed loudly. "And some milk for little Barnabas here.'
Sippy nodded and was gone.
"Not eating, Hermione?" Her father asked, taking a big bite of a ham quiche. "The food here is great!"
"I know," Hermione agreed. "I woke up early and Tinky brought me breakfast on the terrace off my room."
"Good morning, Grangers. Hello again, Kitten," Draco kissed her check as he joined them at the table.
Sippy returned with a fresh pot of tea and deftly poured Hermione a cup, fixing it exactly as she liked. She then made Draco a cup and set it before him as well.
"Breakfast please, Sippy," Draco instructed the elf. "I feel like a big breakfast. I'm famished. And have someone bring in the post if you don't mind."
"Right away, Master Draco," Sippy nodded and was gone.
"What would you like to do today?" Draco asked the Grangers, sipping his tea.
"I thought we could help set up all the electronics and show you how to use them," Will Granger replied.
"Sounds great," Draco agreed enthusiastically. Hermione knew he wanted to see that video game in action.
Soon another elf popped in, bringing with him the post. He introduced himself to Hermione as Papp. He was in charge of maintaining the morning room, along with some of the other first floor rooms. She made a note to herself to create a list of all twenty house-elves, along with their positions. She seriously doubted her ability to recall every name.
"Papp, I would like to owl a note," Hermione informed the elf. "May I have piece of parchment and quill, please?"
Papp avidly assured 'the new Missy Lady' he would procure those items immediately. Hermione chatted with her parents about the history and roll of magical creatures, such as house-elves while Draco sorted the post. Hermione had some additional get-well notes.
Hermione's father was enthralled with the Daily Prophet, particularly the moving photos. There were several of Hermione and the Malfoys leaving St. Mungos the previous evening. Will Granger was reading the article aloud to the table when Lucius entered, immaculately groomed as usual. He kissed Hermione hello and seated himself. Hermione poured him a cup of tea as Draco handed him the post addressed to him. Papp brought Hermione her writing instruments and offered to wait so he could take her note to the owlery as soon as it was ready.
"I'm inviting Freda to come over early for lunch, if she is free," Hermione informed everyone and she jotted a quick invitation. "She is such a nice witch."
As soon as Papp left, Sippy and Tupp arrived with a huge amount of food for Draco and Lucius. It was such a companionable morning and made Hermione happy. The Malfoys ate, her mother lingered over her own breakfast, and her father continued to read snippets of the paper aloud as he drank his tea. Her parents asked questions about the items in the news, especially wondering if the products in advertisements did what they claimed to do.
Finally, the group adjourned to the new Muggle room. It was still just a bare wood floor and colorless walls, except now there was a stack of boxes in the center of the room. Hermione thought for a moment.
"Well, we are going to need a carpet, furniture, and drapes," Jean Granger pointed out.
"We have a fair amount of extra furniture in storage in the attics," Draco offered. Lucius called Pike to the room and the head elf appeared almost immediately.
"Why don't you pick out what we need, Mum?" Hermione suggested. "You know the kinds of things we should have."
"Pike, escort Mrs. Granger to the furniture storage," Lucius instructed. "Bring whatever she wishes back here. You will likely need to enlist several others to help. We will need carpets and drapes as well as furniture. If there is anything we don't have, we can certainly purchase it."
Hermione's mother left with the head elf and her father set about organizing the boxes. Hermione got out her wand and cast a spell to make the walls a dark red.
"Very Gryffindor," Draco snorted.
"It is my room," Hermione smirked. Her father just stared at how quickly she had accomplished coloring the walls.
Hermione and her father started opening boxes. They started with the television. As her father unpacked the instructions and parts, Hermione showed the Malfoys the charms she developed to convert magical energy into electrical energy and to ensure a steady stream to the machines. She also showed them the necessary wards to use, so that only the little magic to provide power was the only magic getting in. Lucius and Draco were suitably impressed at the complicated original spells she had created. Hermione blushed at their praise and tried to brush it off; reminding them she went through several radios, CD players, and one other mobile phone before she figured everything out.
Despite their pride in her abilities, both Malfoys did wonder if Hermione should be resting and not exhausting her magic. Hermione reassured them that she had plenty of magic and was not at all fatigued. She also reminded them that the Healers had told her to make sure to exercise her magic very well.
Pike returned with the head first floor elf, Tippy, and a lovely old armoire for the television. A few small adjustments and the bottom drawers were the new quarters for the DVD player and Draco's new video game system. Papp arrived shortly with a very nice, small desk for the new computer. Roon, the other first floor junior elf with Papp, brought a number of short, wide shelving units to hold movies, music, and just about anything else.
It did not take long before all the Muggle machines were properly charmed, warded, and placed around the room. Finally, Hermione's mother returned with yet another elf. This one, called Gogo, looked as old as Kreacher. She was in charge of laundry and sewing. She had been helping Jean Granger chose carpeting and drapes from storage. The rug had a traditional English rose pattern throughout. The red in the multi-colored rug went well with the walls and did not look too busy. The drapes happened to be primarily gold with some green accents, making the room very Gryffindor looking indeed.
The elves left, but soon returned with a worn, chocolate brown leather sofa and several nice, mismatched chairs. Hermione gathered the elves and told them they must not try to use any magic on these new Muggle items. Electronics really only needed dusting, but the elves would have to either do it without magic or let Hermione do it herself. The latter was not an option, from the horrified looks on the elves faces.
Hermione's parents were showing the Malfoys how to use everything when Tippy popped in to announce that Ms. Skeeter had arrived to interview Hermione.
"Show her to the morning room and offer her a beverage, but nothing to eat," Hermione instructed. She did not want the reporter getting too comfortable. "I'll be there shortly."
"Would you like us with you, Kitten?" Draco asked stopping his perusal of the albums he had bought for the new stereo.
"Oh, no. There is no need for that," Hermione waved him off. "I can handle Skeeter on my own just fine. She only bargained for an interview with me, I don't want to give her more than we agreed to."
"Do you need an empty jar?" Lucius asked, smirking.
"Not yet," Hermione chuckled as she left the room.
In the hallway, Hermione assessed her appearance. Her worn jeans were very much her, and she saw no reason to change. Draco's old Slytherin jersey demonstrated her alliance to the Malfoys, as did her engagement ring and amulet. Hermione made sure her amulet was front and center as a pendant hanging around her throat.
Hermione took a deep breath and then breezed into the morning room as if she owned the place, head held high and ready for anything.
"Good Morning, Miss Skeeter," Hermione greeted the reporter graciously.
"Miss Granger," Rita Skeeter nodded. "Thank you for seeing me today, so soon after your attack."
"You may let your readers know that I am well healed and fully mended," Hermione replied as she sat across from the other witch.
"Are there plans to delay the bonding ceremony because of the incident?" Rita asked, leaning in as if prepared to hear a secret.
"None whatsoever," Hermione reported. "I met with Madame Selwyn yesterday at St. Mungos. I also had my final dress fitting there and confirmed the event with the chef, Alfie Claymore. Everything is on schedule for tomorrow, as far as I know."
"If you could say something to your attackers now, what would it be?" Rita poised ready to take down exactly what Hermione said. She held her quill at the ready while she sat primly facing Hermione. It was strange how odd she looked without her Quick Quill hanging near her, since Hermione had banned their use.
"I would probably ask them what deluded notion in their miniscule brains gave them the idea that this would be a good idea," Hermione sighed. "Even if they had succeeded in killing or permanently incapacitating me, did they think I was so friendless not to have others seek retribution on my behalf? Did they think the Malfoys were going to forgive, forget, and then accept a substitute witch not of their choosing? If that was the case, then they do not know Lucius or Draco very well. Malfoys are used to getting what they want, and Merlin help those that try to take it away."
"Report is that Yaxley, Alecto Carrow, and Umbridge were in very bad shape when they were delivered to the authorities," Skeeter stated, looking to Hermione to comment. Of course, Hermione was set on only answering questions, and this was not a question. Finally, Rita realized she was going to have to ask. "What are your thoughts on that?"
"I was not there, so I cannot comment," Hermione offered. "I'm sure the report given to the authorities explains what occurred. I have not seen that report yet. Generally, I can say that when people are stupid enough to try to do what this group did, they can have little hope they will escape unscathed. I know that if anyone attempted to harm my fiancés or other people I care about, I would have my vengeance."
"Speaking of vengeance," Skeeter lit up, "You are getting quite the reputation. Yoana Yaxley claims that you made her bald after she challenged you. Also Vivienne Crabbe arrived at St. Mungos with a strange curse no one could remove after attending your engagement party. Even one of the Chief Healers at St. Mungos was...altered during your stay for challenging you. Would you characterize yourself as a vindictive witch?"
"Hmmm," Hermione was thoughtful. "I would say sometimes, I am prone to seek vengeance - particularly in the moment. I have a temper, as most who know me will surely attest. I am firm in my belief that actions should have consequences. People cannot try to take things that do not belong to them or treat others unfairly without consequence. I like to think that I am not vengeful in spirit, but take opportunities to educate others about the errors of their ways. I do try to be mindful of that purpose and not let my personal feelings sway me too badly. Of course, it would probably be worse for the other person if they make me very cross."
"How do you feel about the fact that two Slytherins were instrumental in aiding you?" Skeeter pointed out. "Pansy Parkinson prevented the attackers from taking you after you were injured, and Marcus Flint helped capture those responsible."
"Pansy and Marcus have been dear friends to the Malfoy family for years and I hope will continue to be," Hermione nodded. "I owe them both a debt and am happy to do so. Both are wonderful people that I have had the privilege of spending time with recently. In fact, Pansy and I had lunch and went shopping this past Tuesday. I would like to point out that Hogwarts' house affiliation does not need to be a bone of contention. I am proud of being a Gryffindor and will always root for my house. But that doesn't mean I can't have friends in other houses or that I can't understand why my friends are proud of their houses. I am not simple minded enough to believe that house affiliation alone makes someone a good or bad person."
"So, how do you feel the day before your wedding to two of Wizarding Britain's most desirable bachelors?" Rita asked, changing the subject. Hermione knew the reporter was not going to let her stay on her soapbox, talking about unity and peace for too long.
"Excited," Hermione grinned genuinely. "Few witches wouldn't be. I get to have a one in a million wedding and I get to marry two of the most wonderful wizards I've ever met."
"This is a change from several months ago, your opinion of the Malfoys," Rita pointed out. "What caused this change?"
"It isn't an entirely new opinion," Hermione replied. "Even when were on opposite sides of a war, I recognized that both Malfoys were intelligent, powerful, talented wizards. And since I had eyes, I could acknowledge that both were always very good looking. I thought it was horribly disappointing they were on the other side. Working on the treaty with them showed me that they could challenge me intellectually and keep me on my toes. It was infuriating! Harry pointed out last week that he thought I fancied them during the treaty negotiations, because of how frustrated they made me. Since becoming engaged, we have taken the time to get to know each other, both one on one and all three together - that has made a large difference."
"Can you walk me through your day so far?" Skeeter asked. "The public wants to know what Hermione Granger does to prepare for her wedding to the Malfoys."
"Well, I woke up early and had breakfast on the terrace off my room here at the Manor," Hermione smiled recalling what else had happened on the terrace. "The terrace also connects to Draco's room. He came outside and joined me when he woke up, followed by Lucius. We sat on the terrace for a while, enjoying the quiet until Tinky, one of the house-elves, let us know my parents were up and having breakfast. We went our separate ways, got dressed, and reconvened here in the morning room, where my parents were dining. I only had tea. We went through the post. People have sent lovely get-well notes, flowers, and gifts. I really appreciate the sentiments. My father read us interesting bits from the Prophet. As a Muggle, he finds the wizarding news fascinating. Then all of us went to set up my Muggle room here in the Manor. That is where I left them all to come here and talk to you."
"What is a Muggle room?" Skeeter asked with a slight twinge of fear and disgust in her eyes.
"It is the room where I keep my Muggle electronics," Hermione explained, smirking. "As your Muggle-born and many of your half-blood readers know, Muggles have compensated for not having magic in wonderful ways. Muggle music, televisions, and computers are enormously entertaining, as well as educational. Lucius and Draco bought all these new electronics with me this week. Lucius is especially interested in the television and video camera, whereas Draco very much likes the stereo and video games. My parents don't know too much about those games and I haven't played them much, so Draco is going to have to wait for Harry."
"What do you have planned for the rest of the day?" Skeeter asked, writing furiously since Hermione had forbidden her usual Quick Quills.
"Lunch," Hermione shrugged. "Then a massage with the very talented Freda Neruda. The Healer recommended massage to help realign my magic after such serious injury. I plan on relaxing all afternoon before my hen party."
"Hen party?" Rita asked confused.
"Muggle wedding tradition," Hermione smiled. "The bride has a hen night with her female friends and family while the groom has a stag night with his male friends and family. They celebrate the end of their single, unattached lives - usually with a wild party."
Rita asked more specific questions about the wedding decor, her dress, where they will be honeymooning, and how Hermione anticipates acclimating to life as Lady Malfoy. Hermione gave short answers, often because she did not know things like where they will honeymoon or how she will fit into the wizarding nobility. Rita asked about the engagement party and all the gifts. Hermione did reveal that Draco named his hippogriff foal Kuma and that she imprinted on him just a few days ago. She also let the reporter know her little kitten was named Barnabas.
"Time is up, Pet," Lucius said from the doorway. As he opened it, Barnabas tumbled in. "This mini-beast was looking for you and it is almost time for lunch."
Hermione walked over to Barnabas and scooped him up laughing.
"Would it be possible to see this Muggle room you spoke of?" Rita asked. Hermione pondered for a moment, scratching Barnabas.
"Sure, it's right down the hall," Hermione finally decided. She wanted more people to know and be curious about Muggle culture. Also, if Lucius really did invest in some Muggle things adapted to the wizarding world, it might be good advertising. "It is on your way out anyway."
Hermione cuddled Barnabas in the crook of her arm, looped her free arm into Lucius', and left - allowing Rita Skeeter to follow. They got to the Muggle room and stood in the doorway, letting Rita take in the scene. More people had arrived and were making the most of the Muggle room.
"That's it!" Draco shouted to Harry as they played some shooting video game. "I am going to kill you, Potter!"
Harry cackled maniacally and opened fire on Draco, much to Ron's delight. Ron had seen video games before and was already calling next game.
Severus and Freda were sitting with the Grangers around a circular game table that had not been there before. They were playing Scrabble on the set Hermione had packed from her room at her parents' house.
"Skrewt is not a word!" Jean Granger was challenging Freda, laughing.
"It is here," Severus chuckled. "It is a kind of animal."
Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley were going through the album next to the stereo, debating which Muggle rock band was better - the Beatles or the Rolling Stones.
"Are you done with your interview, Hermonica?" Will Granger asked his daughter absently as he sorted his Scrabble tiles.
"Pretty much," Hermione smiled. "Miss Skeeter wanted to see what a Muggle room looked like. She's never seen a television or video game system before."
"Ah," Will nodded sagely while Hermione pulled up a seat next to him and surveyed his game pieces. Jean Granger protested at Will getting extra help from their daughter, but did agree with Hermione that he was certainly the worst player. That left him free to focus on Rita Skeeter still in the doorway, alone now that Lucius went to sit by Severus to watch the game.
"So you are the sensationalist reporter with the pedestrian writing that has been pandering to the lowest, most common element by slandering my daughter in the papers?" Will asked calmly, surveying the witch.
"Well, I wouldn't put it that way," Rita defended haughtily.
"I would," Lucius agreed, narrowing his eyes at the reporter in the doorway.
"Me too," Severus chimed in, never looking up from his own Scrabble tiles.
"This is some pretty distinguished company you keep," Rita observed, nodding toward the stereo where Kingsley and Arthur were still talking.
"We have all sorts of friends," Lucius drawled with that bored tone he used in public so often.
"Did you have questions about any of the Muggle things in the room?" Hermione asked Rita, spelling a word for her father.
Rita Skeeter looked around at the unusual things. Hermione imagined what it must look like from her point of view. Figures on a screen were running around, fire and explosions all around them, as they were controlled by Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. A group of people, including infamous Death Eaters Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy, stared at little tiles with letters in some Muggle spelling game with two real live Muggles. Two of Wizarding Britain's highest-ranking officials, including the current Minister of Magic, were putting round discs into a machine. Soon music was playing in the room.
"Oh, I love the Beatles," Freda smiled.
"Questions, Miss Skeeter?" Hermione repeated grinning. Rita just shook her head as she continued looking around. The strange things in the room were throwing the nosy reporter off somewhat, but it was how comfortable all these former enemies looked around each other that was probably the most disconcerting.
"Tippy," Lucius called. The head first floor elf arrived immediately. "Miss Skeeter has finished her interview. Please show her out and make sure she goes directly to the Apparition point without incident."
The elf very efficiently whisked away the reporter and Hermione reminded Lucius that he had said something about lunch. Scrabble was put on hold and Hermione offered the small portable CD player to Kings and Arthur so they could have music with their lunch. It was much harder to pry Draco, Harry, and Ron away from the video game - as is often the case with boys their age.
It was a lovely day outside and a buffet was set up on the lawn. A large table was simply dressed and had pitchers of various drinks, as well as fresh flowers from the garden. There was enough food to feed a small army on the platters of sandwiches, bowls of salads, and abundance of fresh fruit. Kingsley and Arthur had come over on business but were happy to have lunch as well. They wanted to update Hermione on the status of her attackers. All four were safely away in Azkaban, where they would remain until their trials. Kingsley had decided that the trials would start three weeks from Monday so it would not interfere with Hermione's honeymoon in any way. Arthur was planning on using parts of the new treaty that makes it a crime to target a person because of their blood status. That would be added to the charges of Attempted Murder, Conspiracy to Commit Murder, and Violating a Marriage Contract. Hermione was interested to see how the new hate crime laws were going to work.
Harry, Ron, and Severus had come over to check on Hermione to make sure she was recovered, although all had been quickly distracted by other things. Harry and Ron were eager to get back to playing video games and Severus was sitting next to Freda, actually smiling.
After a very nice friendly lunch filled with laughter and good conversation, Hermione and Freda went upstairs for the massage. Tinky had set up Freda's table on the terrace outside Hermione's room so they could have some privacy, but still enjoy the wonderful summer day.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Hermione thanked the other witch as they walked.
"It is my pleasure," Freda assured her. "I am happy to do anything to help after all that has happened. Severus said that you almost died."
"I guess so," Hermione agreed. "I wasn't conscious, but from what they tell me it was very dire for a time when the blood replenishing potions weren't taking hold. It must have been horrible for my friends and family to have to experience that, being scared that I would die and not knowing what to do. I am afraid it was very hard on Lucius and Draco, so I apologize if Lucius' request for your services today was more of a demand than a request."
"Don't worry about that," Freda laughed, making Hermione sure she was right in her guess about Lucius' tone. "Like I said, I am happy I can be of help. The Healer was right in recommending magical massage after such an event. Injury like yours can disrupt the flow of magic. We will make sure there aren't any small residual blockages."
Hermione undressed in her room and put on her robe while Freda made sure everything was set up properly. Coming outside, Hermione noticed a small canopy was placed over the table, creating a lovely shaded spot. Dropping her robe and getting under the sheet Freda held up for her, Hermione giggled.
"What?" Freda asked.
"I just thought it was funny that this is the second time I've been naked on this terrace today," Hermione chuckled.
"So things are going well with your fiancés I take it," Freda teased lightly.
"Very," Hermione sighed happily. Her happy sigh turned into a happy moan as Freda began to work. "Do you mind if I ask how things are going with Severus? I understand you two have seen each other once or twice since the party last weekend."
"You understand correctly," Freda shared. "He is such an interesting wizard! I don't think I could possibly have a dull time in his company. He is also straightforward and honest. I like him very much."
"I am glad," Hermione said blissfully. "He likes you too."
"I hope so," Freda sighed. "You hush now and concentrate on relaxing every muscle in your body."
Soon Hermione was so relaxed, she felt like jelly. Freda used lavender, vanilla, and mint massage oil that smelled wonderful, relaxed her muscles, but also stimulated her magic. The talented witch had been right about relaxing every muscle in Hermione's body. Freda massaged every part of her from her toes to her scalp. Hermione felt her magic humming contentedly and thanked Freda for her help.
Hermione decided to take a nap after her massage and Freda said goodbye, although she would be back that evening for the party. Hermione did not even change out of her robe, but got into bed and drifted off to sleep on top of her covers, wondering what kind of party her mother had planned.
Hermione felt her robe being untied and her nakedness exposed to the air. Her skin goose bumped and her nipples tightened.
"So beautiful," she heard Lucius whisper as he smoothed his large, strong hands over her rib cage and sternum.
Hermione smiled, but did not open her eyes.
"Your skin is glowing," Lucius observed, running his hands back down her torso. This time he caressed both her breasts before moving down to her stomach.
"It is the massage oil," she said, eyes still closed. She felt his tongue flick one of her nipples and gasped, arching her back upwards into the sensation. He quickly moved on to the other nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
"I came up to see if you were still sleeping, because it is six o'clock. Instead I saw this wonderful present on the bed, just waiting to be unwrapped," Lucius purred, dragging his nose up the valley between her breasts.
"How lucky for the both of us," Hermione breathed, craning her neck so Lucius could continue his trek up her sternum, neck, and to her ears. Sure enough, she felt his teeth gently grip her ear lobe.
"You even have the oil here," Lucius said before licking up her neck with a flat tongue.
"Freda was thorough," Hermione groaned, wrapping her arms around Lucius. The solid, tall length of his clothed body pressed against her naked one. There was something that felt naughty about being totally nude, while Lucius was fully dressed.
"How thorough?" Lucius asked as he leaned to the side so he was no longer fully atop her. His hand snaked in between their bodies and rubbed her inner thigh. "There is oil here too. Does it go further up?"
Hermione moaned as he pushed his hand slowly up her thigh, finally coming to the juncture between her legs.
"No, my Lord," Hermione moaned, spreading her legs apart so that Lucius could touch her the way she wanted. "No one is allowed to touch me there except for you and Draco."
"Yes," Lucius hissed. His fingers brushed over her slit, spreading the wetness around. Then he teased her entrance with his fingers. "That's my good girl. After tomorrow you will be all ours, forever, and we will be all yours."
Lucius started pumping his fingers in and out of her. They glistened with her wetness and he brushed her clit with his thumb every other stroke. Hermione reached down and found his hardness pressing against her hip. She managed to work her hand into his trousers and grip his cock. He was thick and rock hard. Hermione began spreading around the drops of fluid on the tip.
Lucius nipped and sucked on her neck as they drove each other higher and higher with their hands. Hermione threaded her free hand into Lucius' long blond hair and guided him to her mouth. His lips crashed into hers and they kissed each other, as fervently as their hands moved. Hermione came first, tearing her lips away from Lucius' and screaming his name with her release. Her body tensed and she tightened her grip on his throbbing shaft. He thrust a few times into her tightened hold and grunted his own release. Hermione felt warm liquid cover her hand.
"I thought you just came up to check on her, Father," Hermione heard Draco chuckle from the doorway.
"Our witch is irresistible," Lucius smirked as he rolled away onto his back, catching his breath.
Hermione propped herself up on her elbows, and looked at Draco in the doorway. Never breaking eye contact, she lifted up her wet hand and slowly licked off Lucius' come. Next to her Lucius groaned at the sight. Draco walked into the room, staring at her mouth.
"You look all shiny and oiled," Draco said huskily as he neared, now focused on her bare, gleaming chest.
"Massage oil," Lucius sighed. "It made the irresistible, totally impossible to walk away from."
"I will pack some of that for our trip," Draco said, sitting on the bed next to Hermione.
"What has everyone been up to this afternoon?" Hermione asked, reclining back on her pillow.
"Your mother trounced everyone in that Scramble word game after lunch," Draco replied, running his fingertips over Hermione's bare leg - still focused on her oiled skin. "Harry beat me at the video game, but it was my first time playing. He massacred Weasley though, which was just excellent. Then your mother got with Tinky to finish organizing your party for this evening. Your father and Severus organized this stag party for us. Harry and Ron said the most interesting thing. Apparently these Muggle stag nights often include naked or mostly naked females to dance for the groom."
"Oh they did, did they?" Hermione narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Indeed," Lucius smirked.
"Well, if you do have strippers I prefer if you do not touch or allow them to touch you," Hermione huffed. "I don't want to think about someone touching my wizards."
"There is no other witch that could begin to compare to our witch," Lucius puffed up with pride.
"Especially all naked and oiled up like you are now," Draco added, lust roughing his voice. He was still dancing his fingers up and down her leg. "This right here, is what I will be thinking about tonight."
"This and tomorrow night," Lucius agreed. "I cannot wait for our wedding night."
"You aren't the only one," Draco said emphatically before turning to Hermione, a concerned look on his face. "Have you given more thought about what you want to do tomorrow night, Kitten?"
"You mean besides shag you both stupid?" Hermione smiled. The Malfoys chuckled and nodded. "Well, we only get one first time together. I know I want you both there, not have one person wait alone while I am with the other. I read that in one of the triad marriage books, but it seemed very sad. The question is, do you take turns? If so, who is first? We don't have to decide who is first if you...both go at the same time. Honestly, that has me a bit nervous. I've never done that before."
"Why don't you stop thinking about it, Pet?" Lucius offered. "We know we will all three be together, that is all we need to know for now. The specifics of how we will consummate our marriage might be better left to an in-the-moment decision. Tomorrow night you can decide to do whatever feels right at the time."
"That sounds entirely reasonable," Hermione smiled.
"Father is a smart wizard," Draco grinned, kissing Hermione on the lips. "You better go wash that oil off before I ravage you, strange Muggle wedding parties be damned."
Draco got up with another parting kiss. Lucius also kissed her goodbye.
"Be good!" Hermione called out after them, and then thought better of it. "Well, be as good as Malfoys can be!"
Hermione rested a moment and thought over what Lucius had said. She would listen to her gut on their wedding night. It had served her well so far, and she knew neither Malfoy would pressure her to do something sexually that she would really regret later. Both pushed her boundaries in very different ways, but she had thoroughly enjoyed the time they spent together so far.
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