Chapter 11
'There's a floo in our flat.' She whispered her voice thick with desire. As Severus led her to the main doors of the club. Hermione pointed to the stairs to Ophelia's balcony and Severus led them up to the balcony allowing her to come in front when they were out of eyesight of the other's in the club.
Hermione pushed open the door and all but dragged him up the stairs, towards the fire.
'Eger are we Little Witch?' Severus chuckled, as she tripped on the lace of her skirt trying to get to the floo.
'I need you.' She moaned as he scooped her into his arms.
'You do get turned on by watching others pet, now shall we head to bed?' he said silkily as he grabbed the floo powder above her head and threw a pinch in the fire backing her into it as he murmured the name of his chambers into her lip
They backed out of the floo and Severus pushed her to her knees as soon as they were on steady ground, fumbling for his belt buckle, as she clawed at his thighs.
'Claws away Lioness.' He growled as he swatted them away, pulling out his cock and shoving it into her mouth.
She groaned round him and tried in vain to swallow all of him as he thrust in and out of her mouth for a few minutes.
'Up.' He orders and spun her to face the wall. 'Arse out.' He demanded, as he fumbled with the lace of her skirt and tore her knickers to the side. Within seconds he was inside her and she was sobbing with relief.
'Please Sir!' she cried as he reached round to finger her clit. As he thrust into her hard and fast, causing her to gasp for air, her legs trembling as she was hurtled towards an orgasm she had been waiting for since her arrival at the club.
'Severus, Severus, Severus!' she chanted as he groaned her name into her hair as he thrust hard and spilled himself inside her and she slumped to the floor.
Severus stood with his arms braced against the wall, his hair had come loose from it's bindings and hung over his shoulders as he looked at the young woman beneath him, as she trembled out her high. The lace of her long skirt had become torn and a strap or two of her harness had been detached in their hurried coupling, her hair was for the most part till up in its knot with some loose wild strands making her look thoroughly fucked. And yet she was still stunning. 'Let's get you to bed pet.' He said with a slight pant in his breath, as he pushed himself off the wall.
Severus regained his breath and bent to pick the still trembling girl up. His male ego was preening at being able to reduce her to such a state, but the more self-conscious part of him wondered if it was the submission or him that was the cause.
He gently laid her on the bathroom floor as he turned the taps and filled the tub with smelling lotions and such until the girl moaned at the smell. He took off his cufflinks and rolled his sleeves to the elbow before he set about undressing her.
'I'm too tired Sir.' She mumbled her eyes were still closed and he couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips.
'I'm not undressing you for that Pet, I'm trying to get you in a bath.' He said as he removed her harness and bra and simply tore the skirt from about her waist. He coaxed her to move her legs so that he could unclip the suspenders and remove her heals and her stockings. He asked her to lift her bum and she did with some grumbling as he removed the last of her clothing and lifted her into the steaming water. She made a noise of pleasure as she sank in and melted into the water.
'Feels good.' She murmured as he worked on getting the pins and…. 'He put honest to god Dimond's in your hair?' he asked as he eyed the stones with some scorn before putting them in the same dish which held his cufflinks on the side of the bath.
'Silly Malfoy' Hermione agreed with a groan as he spilled water over her hair and began to massage shampoo into her locks.
'When we are done here, I want you to sleep in the room next to mine.' He murmured as he finished rinsing the shampoo form her hair and picked up the sponge to wash her body.
Hermione sat up a little, suddenly feeling more awake, and blinked at her dominant. 'Why?' She had a sudden fear that she had disappointed him, that she wasn't enough for him, was he going to end things with her before they'd even really began?
'Because I am asking you too.' Severus said as he reached behind her and washed her back, since he could now reach it easily.
'But we agreed, that I would share your bed when I was submitting.' She said looking at him with hurt and confused eyes.
'Yes, but not all acts of submission are sexual witch, not all Domination is about having control and dolling out pain, it's also taking care of their submissive, like I am doing now, just as submission isn't all about taking punishment and being used for sexual pleasure, it's about doing something simply because your dominant asked you too.' He said as he narrowed her eyes at him, as he pushed her back down into the water.
'But why are you asking me too when it's in our contract? Have I upset you?' she asked, her eye fluttering closed as he ran the sponge across her chest and dipped it into the water to clean her nether regions.
'Because I am trying to be an honourable man, Hermione, you wanted me to take you out and I plan to do so tomorrow. Tell me to you typically wake up in the bed of your paramour before the first date?' he asked as he rinsed the sponge across her chest and placed it on the side of the bath.
'No, but I've also not usually fucked him the night before either.' She said smugly.
Severus closed his eyes in annoyance. 'I would still like for you to sleep in the next room, for one night.' He said slowly.
Hermione frowned at him, he seemed determined to act proper around her, but she'd already seen the worst sides of him and she didn't care. 'You said you expected me in your bed in the morning. What would be the point in my sleeping next door, only for you to undoubtably seek me out in the morning anyway?' she said her hand retching out to cup his cheek.
'You would rather wake up to my cock pressed against your arse, than have me knock on the door where you could refuse me?' he asked as he gripped her hand in his.
'We both know I wouldn't refuse you.' She whispered as she pressed her lips to his, and he melted into her, as she wrapped her arms about his neck and he pulled her from the bath and carried her to the bed. He allowed her to undress him and he slide into her slowly, loving the feel of her against him and the soft, encouraging moans at his ear as he knotted his fingers in her wet hair. They both sighed their completion as he pulled her to him and sighed in frustration.
It had been a long time, if ever, since Severus Snape could say he had sex with a woman. Fucked her, rode her, pounded her, dominated her yes, but simply had what could have been described as tender sex with one? He wasn't sure he'd ever done that. Yet this witch had just showed him that even vanilla, spurred by mutual attraction sex could be just as good as the kinky, slewed with pain and punishment kind.
He looked down at her slumbering form and wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into, he could feel that start of something flutter in his chest as she tightened her grip on him and snuggled into his side. He had never met a woman who could convince him to do something he had already decided on and yet twice in one day she had done just that. He sighed contentedly and allowed himself to drift off into a peaceful slumber with his witch at his side.
Draco Malfoy would never have described himself as weak, but when it came to Ophelia Granger, he was just that. His back still burned from the strength of her blows with the bull whip, but the feel of her nails on his broken back, was heaven as she backed him into her apartment, and threw him on the couch.
'You did well tonight chick.' She said with a smile and even with her make up all mussed from snogging him she looked stunning. Despite being Granger's twin, he could see none of the Gryffindor book worm in the girl before him she was all hardness and control whereas Hermione was all soft and pleasing, it was a wonder they shared the same face at all.
'Thank you, Mistress,' he panted as he watched her begin to undo her dress, he wanted so badly to reach out and do it for her, but he knew she'd be likely to tan his arse some more for that. He found that he wasn't all that opposed to that idea either as she peeled the latex off her skin. It was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen. She stood there all wig and high heels and gracefully sat back into the chair behind her, her legs spared wide so that he could see her chestnut thatch and the barest peek of pink skin.
'Well Chick? What are you waiting for?' she said motioning to her own Pussy and he couldn't bite back the groan that escaped his lips as he crawled off the couch towards her and latched his lips to her, relishing the feel of her nails in his hair and the shake of her thighs as she groaned his name.
He found she wasn't shy about her pleasure like other girls he'd been with, if he wasn't doing something she liked, she demanded it, wither it be with words or with actions. But wither she had been anticipating this all evening or wither he was just that good she came quickly over his face and he groaned with the pain of his cock trapped in the skin tight jeans she had demanded he wear to the club.
'Please.' He begged as he pulled his face from her and looked into her hazel eyes.
She smirked at him as she panted to get her breath back. 'I can't help but wonder what my twin would say to having the…. what did she call you? Ah yes, Slytherin Sex god, begging me, a mere muggle, for release?'
She watched his nostril's flare dangerously and knew that she was playing a wicked and dangerous game. Ophelia knew this wizard wanted her, she knew he was a submissive but he was the reluctant type, the one that ultimately needed it, but fought the need until it consumed them. She knew that if she pushed him too hard, then he'd snap and simply take her, wither she wanted him to or not. She flicked her eyes up and down him. He was a good specimen of a man, how long had it been since she'd allowed a man to play her body to his whim? She wondered if she wanted him to just take her, or did she want to keep a tight grip of her control like she'd always done.
She saw the moment she'd waited too long as his lips hardened and he pushed himself up. She wondered briefly if he'd simply had enough of her and was making his way to the floo, before his lips crashed to hers and his hips thrust forward, she could feel him beneath the harsh denim of the jeans she'd made him wear.
'Fuck it.' She muttered against his lips, and he paused. 'Bedrooms down the hall.' She breathed into him and he picked her up and made his way to her bedroom, throwing her on the bed. She didn't give him time to do much else as she tore his jeans open and pushed them roughly down his thighs as he stepped out of them. She pulled him on top of her and pushed her breasts up to his chest as he caught her lips in a searing kiss, and his hand caught the wig and pulled it off her, she felt her curls, smoother than her sisters, tumble free and swore she felt him get harder against her stomach.
She snaked her hand down to his length and gripped it with a harsh squeeze. 'Are you going to do something with this Ferret boy?' she panted and groaned as he growled and pushed her hand away, gripping himself at the base as he lined up to her entrance.
'You sure you want to find out why witches called me a sex god?' he breathed in her ear.
'If you don't get to fucking me, I will cuff you to this fucking bed and do it myself, subbie.' she said the word subbie with a hiss as he slammed into her and her nails dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders. The boy's head dipped to take a nipple in his teeth and she cried out for god, Jesus and sweet mother Mary, as he thrust into her, hitting that perfect spot each and every time. Ophelia found she had very little to do but hold on and enjoy the ride as he took her to a height of pleasure, she hadn't had from someone else in years.
She was panting and every muscle in her body was clenching by the time he growled his own release into her shoulder, he had made her come another two times before he'd had even been close to finishing. She was glad he had if she was being honest, she wasn't entirely sure she'd have had another in her if he'd kept it up.
He collapsed on top of her for a brief second before rolling onto his back and reaching blinding for the trousers at the side of the bed. He pulled out his wand.
'Is this the part where you wipe my memory because you've decided muggles aren't all that?' she panted eyeing him wearily. She saw the faded mark on his arm and she knew what it was, what he must have done.
The blonde snorted and looked at her with those piercing grey eyes. 'No, this is the part where I use a contraceptive charm, because mistress or not, you are not scarier than my mother if I get some girl pregnant out of wedlock.' He said as he muttered, what sounded like a Latin phrase and Ophelia watched as a smattering of white mist fell across her stomach.
'I am on the pill you know.' She muttered retching into her bedside table and pulling out a cig, lighting and taking a long drag.
'I don't trust Muggle methods, no offence.' He said as he dropped his wand beside her, and swung his leg out the bed.
Ophelia put the cigarette in her mouth and picked up the thin piece of wood examining the frankly rather plain looking wand. It was a plain wood, with a darker handle. Nothing much ado about it. Not at all like her twins with its engraved vines crawling up it. She put it down, deciding that the wand suited it owner, just as Hermione's suited her. She recalled her twin saying something about the stick choosing the witch or wizards so she guessed that made sense.
'You could stay you know.' She said in what she hoped would be a nonchalant tone.
'You've already said you don't do overnight.' Draco said as he lifted up his trousers to turn them the right way out. Where had she put his slacks he wondered?
'I've also not met a sub since…. For a while, who came from the bull whip.' She said with a shrug. 'Stay, don't, I don't care much either way.' She said not quite meeting his pricing eyes. She didn't want to admit there was something about this boy that intrigued her. She wanted him in a way she hadn't wanted anyone male or female since Dave. He had ignited a spark in her and she wanted to see where it would go. She knew she'd been playing a dangerous game by putting that rope round his neck tonight. But she had wanted so see how he would fair, and he had far exceeded her expectations. She wondered with time if he would allow it to remain there.
She knew he was sitting tensed at the edge of the bed, she knew, his mind must be reeling, and she felt her own shoulders relax as he lay back against the headboard, the jeans abandoned on the floor.
'Can I cuddle you?' he asked after a few long minutes and she nodded silently and he pulled her too him. Ophelia Granger fell asleep, breathing in the cedarwood scent of him and hoped to high heaven that he'd still be there come morning light.
Hermione smiled to herself as she woke up remembering the slow sensual coupling, she had with Severus the night before. She retched out her arms and frowned blinking her eyes opened to find her dominants side of the bed empty save for a note on his pillow.
Good Morning Lioness,
I have been Summoned by Messer's Weasley, I should be back by late afternoon. I should think that you'd like an outing with Narcissa, to amuse yourself in my absence. Perhaps, you'd like to pick something to wear this evening?
I am sorry I am not there, though I will be honest and say I am glad, that we got to start the day the right way despite your manipulation of me. (Which you will pay for at a later date witch). I look forward to seeing you this evening.
Remember I like my women in heals.
Regards
Severus.
Hermione Pouted at the page and sighed supposing she should get dressed and find Narcissa to see if she would like a shopping trip. Failing that she could go home and ask Ophelia.
She rose from the bed and saw her work clothes from yesterday sitting neatly on the chair in the corner of the room, figuring she had nothing else to wear she quickly slipped them on noticing that they had been cleaned. Most likely by the Malfoy elves.
She got to the door and realised that she had yet to remember the way to the dining hall. 'Damn it.' She muttered hating herself as she called. 'Kadam.'
The small elf popped at her side and she had the stupidity to flinch like a second year. 'Master Snape's Witch call for Kadam?' she squeaked and Hermione frowned at the creature.
'My name is Hermione.' She said politely.
'I knows, Hermione, Master Snape's Witch.' The thing responded and Hermione rolled her eyes knowing from experience that there was no use in trying to correct the creature anymore.
'Right, could you lead me to the dining room Please?' she asked and the creature gestured for her to follow. Hermione took great care in remembering what portraits they passed and when they turned and in which direction so that she would be sure to make it to the dining area unaided next time if Severus needed to leave her again during their contracted hours. She still couldn't believe it had only been three weeks since this had all began. Now she was becoming quick friends with Narcissa Malfoy and Severus Snape of all people was taking her on a date.
she watched as the small elf opened the big doors and gestured for her to go into the room, she smiled to the lady of the manor what said a polite good morning to her and she pushed the plate of fruit in her direction, as Hermione spoon yogurt into a bowl.
'Severus still in bed? Did you tire him out Miss Granger?' Lucius asked Lewdly and Hermione blushed.
'Ah, no, he's at Weasley's Wizards Wheezes, he said he'd be back by late afternoon.' She said looking down at her fruit and yogurt.
'Lucius.' Narcissa said shaking her head at the man, who flicked his paper back up in response, apparently, they were no fun.
'I was wondering if you'd like to come shopping with me this morning' Hermione said quietly.
'I don't see why not; I don't have any other plans.' Narcissa said with a warm smile and the paper crinkled lightly. 'What will we be shopping for?'
'Well Si…. Severus is taking me out tonight…. on a date.' She said pausing before the last bit, still not completely sure that it was really happening.
'On a date.' Narcissa repeated. 'Severus is courting you?' she asked blinking as she took in the notion.
Hermione frowned at the old-fashioned term. 'Well I suppose you could call it that, we wanted to see if we had more in common that just, D/s.' she said softly.
Narcissa blinked a few more times before her face broke out into a huge grin. 'Oh, how wonderful!' she said excitedly, clapping her hands. 'Lucius, the Gringotts card please, I'm taking Hermione to Vertic Alley.'
The paper came down and Lucius pinned his wife with a strong stare and a raised eyebrow. 'Why, pray tell, am I paying for Severus too Woe his witch?'
'You're not, you're paying for Hermione to woe your friend.' Narcissa replied, holding out her hand. And Hermione felt her face heat up.
'I can….'
'And just why would I do that wife?' Lucius asked both the Malfoy's ignoring the younger witch.
'Because, it would make me happy, and he might finally move out.' She deadpanned.
'Really I have money I can pay for my own clothes.' Hermione objected.
Lucius stared his wife down. 'I didn't realise you wanted him to move out' Lucius said silkily. 'in fact, I rather thought you enjoyed having my old friend here.'
'I would like to treat Hermione to something nice may I please have the Gringotts card.' Narcissa said side stepping Lucius' question altogether.
'That's a very nice offer but….'
Lucius got an odd glint to his eye, jerked his head to the dinning room door. 'Return when your wearing our first anniversary gift, then you may have the card.'
Narcissa pinned him with a hard stare that lasted all of five seconds before she stood and stalked form the table.
'Sir, Really I have money, I don't need charity.' Hermione said with a sigh worried she's put a spanner in the middle of the couple.
'Nonsense girl, I don't mind, it makes her happy to spend my gallons, I just like to ensure I get something out of it as well.' Lucius said with a very Slytherin smirk that make Hermione pale slightly.
'You girls enjoy your morning, and whilst you are wooing our dear potions master, I get to enjoy every part of my rather delicious my wife. I call that a win win.' He said as he returned to his paper leaving Hermione to wonder what he meant by that, as Narcissa returned and lowered herself into the seat very slowly her eyes closed and her breath hitching, as she landed on the seat and held her hand out for the card which Lucius produced without question.
'Enjoy Ladies.' He said with a wicked smirk to his wife as he folded the paper and rose from the table.
Hermione blinked after him wondering just what he was getting out of Narcissa since she was getting his gold.
'Smug git' Narcissa muttered as she finished her tea and smiled brightly at the young witch before her. 'Shall we?'
Hermione smiled brightly and the pair went to the floo ready for a morning for shopping. Vertic Alley was the best of the best, where fashion was concerned, at least the best of the best for muggle fashion which the wizarding world had adopted. There was Gucci, Armani, Loui Viton as well as a slew of wizarding designers, who simply took inspiration from the muggle ones.
Hermione had never set foot in the place, but it was clear that Narcissa revelled in the place as she was dragged from one shop to the next and made to try on dress after dress.
'I could wear a blouse and skirt?' Hermione said after refusing a handful of suggestions by the shop assistant.
Narcissa shook her head. 'If your date goes well, a dress means one less thing he has to take off.' She said with a cheeky wink and Hermione couldn't help but agree with the older witch as she pulled a wine-red velvet dress, it was bat winged, cap sleeved wiggle dress, that had a dee v neck and Hermione was sure it would hit just above her knees and hug her curves in all the right ways.
'Ohh that would look stunning.' Narcissa agreed and Hermione went to try it on. When she came out Narcissa beamed at her.
'That one.' She said and Hermione quickly changed and the shop assistant wrapped it up in its pretty box.
'Now for shoes!' Narcissa giggled and Hermione groaned. She really hated shoe shopping.
Luckily for her, Narcissa had a keen eye and spotted a pair for strappy, black Jimmy shoes that perfectly matches the 1940's wiggle dress and they were out of the shop quicker than Hermione expected and Narcissa even sprung for the extra cushioning charms in the heals.
They were walking toward the lingerie shop which Narcissa insisted they enter when Hermione spotted a vintage Monet Square link necklace in the window of the antique store. She recalled her mother wearing something similar in her younger years, that had once belonged to her grandmother. Narcissa followed her into the shop and Hermione winced at the price of it.
'Let's go, we can find something else.' Hermione muttered but Narcissa shook her head. 'Please let me buy it for you, I never had a daughter to spoil and Draco never did like shopping.' She said and Hermione sighed, vowing to at least pay Lucius back for the rest of the clothes that they'd bought that Morning, since the necklace had cost a small fortune.
When they entered the lingerie shop Hermione paled. There was so much to look at, and choose from that Hermione wasn't sure where to start. She was sort of glad Narcissa was with her as she pulled set after set out and made Hermione try them on, dismissing and keeping those that appealed to her.
Hermione couldn't help but feel embarrassed modelling lingerie for a woman's whose pussy she'd nearly licked the night before. And she couldn't help but feel that Narcissa was picking set that looked the most attractive on her. she wondered if Severus planned to watch the two of them together at some point, and she felt the blush deepen.
In the end Narcissa bought her several set of underwear but the one she would wear with the dress was a black lace corset with emerald green damask velour over it. It was a subtle enough corset that It wouldn't be seen under her dress but still give her the support of a much thicker corset. Hermione chose a pair of black lace boy short to go with it, and could help but laugh when Narcissa said she was like a Slytherin wrapped up in Gryffindor paper.
Narcissa Decided that's she ought to pick out a set for Lucius, she picked a black lace body suit that had a thistle design across the breasts. When the older witch, turned to go back into the changing room, Hermione noticed that there was a small, sliver, green eyed snake head peeking out from between the older woman's cheeks and Hermione gulped as she realised that the woman was wearing a Slytherin themed butt plug.
'I think I need to go home and have a nap!' Hermione said as the cashier wrapped up the last of their purchases and Narcissa flashed Lucius' bank card.
'Shall we grab a bit to eat first?' Narcissa said and Hermione's stomach made its self-known.
The pair headed into a little café and had a quick bite before heading back to the manor. As it was only just before one, Narcissa suggested that Hermione head back up to Severus' room and get a nap and that she would come and get her when it was time to get ready. Hermione nodded with a slight nod and headed back to bed, glad for the rest after her morning of shopping.
On waking Hermione quickly showered, wrapping herself in a long silk bathrobe before she was led to Narcissa' Dressing room. Which as it turned out was the room that Lucius had dressed her in the previous night, the room that Severus had dressed Narcissa in was the master bedroom.
Narcissa smiled at her as she entered. 'Enjoy your nap? You look better for it.' She said as she gestured for the younger girl to disrobe and step into her new lacy Boy shorts.
Hermione felt a single moment of embarrassment flush through her before she pushed it down and did as asked. It was no different from getting ready for a night at the club with Ophelia or night on the town with Luna and Hannah, they had all seen her in various stages of undress, so why should Narcissa be any different.
When she had the knickers on, Narcissa unclipped the front of her new corset and wrapped her in it before spinning her around and expertly tugging on the laces to tighten it. 'Does that feel Okay? Not too tight?' the older witch asked as she adjusted the laces a little more.
'it feels odd.' Hermione admitted. She'd never really worn a corset before and this was one, confusing her. she knew it was a light and airy material but the spell encased in the thin fabric made it feel like she was being encased in a thick satin corset with stiff boning.
'The beauty of magic, you get use to the feeling, I'll loosen it a touch at the bottom, since you're not used to it.' Narcissa assured her and Hermione nodded in thanks as the woman fished with the corset and helped her slip on her gorgeous dress. Narcissa pushed her onto the low chair that her husband had been sitting in the previous night. Hermione allowed her to apply a layer of light makeup with a careful hand. Her eyes shimmered with a light eyeshadow, and her lashed and brows were made more prominent with mascara and a brow spell, her lips were a deep burgundy, almost the same colour as her dress. The Dimond studs she had been wearing since last night were replaced by simple golden squares that perfectly matched her new vintage necklace that sat just at the base of her neck reminding Hermione of the Dimond collar the other witch wore about her neck.
'I think your hair should be up.' Narcissa said, gripping the younger girls' venomous curls in her hand to show the girl the difference. Hermione nodded in agreement and Narcissa set to work, twisting Hermione's hair into a rope braided low bun, with some shorted wispy curls framing her face. Hermione Smiled sadly being reminded a picture of her mother that had once sat on the mantel in the living room of her childhood home. She usually couldn't see the similarities between herself and her mother, but the odd times she did herself up like this she saw it.
Narcissa pushed the chair to the side and knelt in front of Hermione to do up the heels, and placed a black clutch on the dressing table beside her, along with a black fur coat. 'The bag has an extension charm on it, so the coat will fit in there.' She had folding it and pushing it effortlessly into the bag.
'Hermione stood and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She wondered how the Malfoy's seemed to make her look like the best versions of herself. She really needed to hire them as her personal stylists for work. She certainly, be kicking ass and taking names much easier then.
'Thank you Narcissa, for all your help today.' Hermione said turning to the older woman with a look of gratitude.
'A first date should be special, I still remember the first date Lucius took me on, and it was only to Hogsmade, but he made it feel like another world.' The older witch said with a smile and Hermione shook her head.
'It was different for you; you were contracted to him from a young age were you not?'
Narcissa nodded. 'True, but Lucius still had the right to refuse his father's choice. Just as Draco did with young Miss Greengrass, turns out they weren't a good fit, though they tried for a year or so. So yes, I may have been betrothed to him since I was eleven years old, but it didn't mean that I'd be marrying him for certain.'
'So, your saying that a date should be special even if things don't work out?' Hermione said fighting the impulse to bit her lip, so that she didn't ruin her lipstick. She was nervous about tonight and hoped that her silly suggestion didn't ruin what they'd already had. She knew she wanted more than sex from the man, but if sex and submission was all she could get it was better than nothing. She also knew that she'd kick herself if they didn't at least try. She was sure there was something there.
There was a knock at the door and the pair of witches turned to see Draco leaning against the doorway. 'You look almost as good as O, Granger.' He said flicking his eyes up and down her frame.
'O, now is it? Don't let Ophelia hear you say that, or you'll be in trouble.' Hermione said cheekily.
Draco Smirked at her. 'Maybe I want to be in trouble, Granger.' He said wiggling his eyebrows.
Hermione tusked and turned away from him. 'If your response to the Bull whip, was anything to go by, you'd enjoy it.' She said sticking her tongue out at him.
'The bull!' Narcissa said with shock as she stalked to her son, forcing him to turn, so she could lift his shirt, gasping as he winced when the cotton shirt, rubbed over the welts on his back. 'That Bitch used the Bull on you, and didn't have the decency to give you a po….' She stopped mid tirade and looked at Hermione blinking. 'Of course, she couldn't….' the older witch said softer this time as she let go of her son and disappeared into the next room. She returned moments later with two bottles of potion, one a pale pink colour and the other a bale blue.
'The pink will get rid of the pain, the blue will hide the marks, if you want too.' She advised pressing them into the boy's palm. He smiled Gratefully at his mother and downed the pink one, but left the blue sitting on the bed side table. 'I'll owl her and ensure she has a supply of these and the salve, for future. I'll not having you hurting unnecessarily!' she warned and Draco nodded with an amused look on his face.
'I'll get them to her mother; I think she doesn't like magic all that much.' Draco said rubbing his face. 'That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about Granger.' He said turning to the other witch.
'Who tried to Obliviate her?'
Hermione paled slightly and looked away in shame. 'Me.' She said softly and Narcissa gasped in surprise. 'During the war, to keep them safe I Obliviated, my parents into Believing they only had one daughter, and that they were immigrating to Australia, I was supposed to do the same to Lia, but I couldn't. She agreed to go with my parents, since I'd already wiped their memories and I contacted her after it was all over. I tried to reverse it, but I'd done it too well, I had wanted them safe so badly that the spell can't be broken. That's when Ophelia came back to England, she knows about the war, she understands though she doesn't always like it.'
Draco nodded. 'Guess that explains why she thought I was going to obliviate her 'because Muggles aren't worth all that.'' He said glaring down at his dark mark, which was once dark and prominent against his skin moving with the magic of his master, now was a faded grey and sat still, merely just a skull and snake tattoo, with no magic in it what so ever.
Narcissa looked at her son with a pained expression and gripped his arm tightly. The things they had all gone through so Lucius could keep his position as a spy.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. 'Why would you be pointing a wand at my….' She began stopping as she flicked her hand so that her wand whisked over to her. she pointed it at Draco and whispered 'Revellio.' And there around Draco's neck sat Ophelia's purple rope collar with the little sliver heart padlock, just as it had last night.
'YOU STAYED!' she gasped, her mouth hanging open like a fish. 'You signed Her contract!'
Narcissa blinked at the young witch wondering if she'd gone quite mad.
'Well yes, only for three months while she trains me, and she's allowed to play with other people, and if I want to then it ends…'
'I knew she liked you!' Hermione said with a somewhat triumphant look on her face.
Draco rolled his eyes. 'Your one to talk Snape's completely smitten with you!' Hermione waved him off.
'He is not.' She said shaking her head and Narcissa let out a knowing chuckle. 'Ophelia doesn't do Subs, not anymore, what the hell does she see in you?'
'My good looks and charming personality?' Draco said giving her a weird look. 'And anyway, what the hell have you been telling her about me? She made some very specific comments last night….'
'Oh, you mean Malfoy the marvellous bouncing ferret?' Hermione snorted. Remembering sharing that particular tale with her twin and the half an hour-long giggling session that had eclipsed it.
Draco glared at her 'Among other things….' Hermione stopped giggling and blinked at him before pulling a face.
'I don't want to know Malfoy, and anyway we are sisters, what do you expect? Of course, I'm going to bitch about the dick giving me shit for no good reason, other than who I was born too.' She said with a shrug.
Draco couldn't help but agree with her there. 'The ferret thing really?'
'It was the highlight of our fourth year, we even made it into a drinking game after quidditch matches, for the rest of our time there.' Hermione said with a smirk. And Draco gave her an incredulous look.
'I did not need to know that Granger!' Draco shouted before he stalked out of the room.
Narcissa could help but giggle at the pair antics, oh how she missed being young. She recalled the letter Draco had sent home regarding the Ferret incident, and the scathing reply she had sent back about being stupid enough to turn his back on a man he knew to be a death eater. She had spent that summer teaching her son the art of dulling in earnest, ensuring he would never be caught off guard again.