Okay, I haven't updated this story for a long time, so I was reading it to try and remember where I was coming from. Well, I just realized how corny this is. It's almost stupidly funny. Anyway, I'm sorry if it stays corny as I continue, but please read! Thank you to my 4 reviewers!! :)
CHAPTER 7
"What!?" Hermione spluttered. She looked totally confused.
I had to control myself, both from laughing, and wanting to kiss her senseless . It's amazing how much you want to do that after seeing her with her top off. "But, what? How? I mean, why? He's a pureblood!?..." She looked like she was going to choke on my lack of explanation. This time I could not hold back my laughter, so I let it out in a cool chuckle. I had a pretty good Idea of what I was going to tell her, but I had to be careful with my words, so I didn't ruin years of Dan's work. "Yep, he's a pureblood. He met your mum, and fell in love. Normally, the Malfoy's would turn their heads away from such filth, but Dan's family and the Malfoys have a very long history together, so we've decided to let it go, and come to the wedding.
Hermione looked doubtful, and suspicious, so I crossed the room to where she was standing at the door, and put my face inches away from hers. (A/n: OMG OMG !!! The fact that I'm going to the RoTk premiere just hit me!! This is just FYI, incase I go all happy/weird in my writing) Hermione had a small intake of breath, as her eyes fell on my chest and worked their way up to my eyes. This was, no doubt, the closest she had ever been to a guy other than Potter or the weasel. "What? Don't believe me?" I said seriously. I had to make sure she believed me, or I had no choice but to put a memory charm on her.
She took in more breath, as if to say something, but let it out, and remained silent. "Is it really that hard to believe that someone could fall in love with your mum?" I said as I went back to my place, and began to bench. Shit.
I hadn't thought to look before I laid down, and now I was attempting to lift 210 lbs in front of Hermione, and I couldn't stop lifting, unless I wanted to look stupid in front of her.
She hesitated a bit, and went to sit on the bench beside me. I took this as an excuse to stop. I sat up and looked her in the eye. She looked a the weight I was lifting, and smiled. "Is it hard?" she asked.
Woah...I thought as my mind went to something completely different then I'm sure was what she meant. "What?" I asked quickly. "Is it hard to lift weights?" she asked again, clearly thinking that I hadn't heard her the first time. Oh. I though. "No, not really, as long as you're not trying to lift too much." I smiled at her, mischievously, "Want to try?"
She smiled too, blushed, then said "Oh, ok." "How much do you want?" I asked.
"Well, how much were you lifting?" "Um..." I looked at the weights, pretending not to have noticed how much I was lifting, "210" Hermione made a face that quite clearly said .shit. "Uh, well than, I'll take 100, I guess." I smiled at her unsureness, and loaded it on for her.
She laid down, and I gave her the barbell. She let out an umph as the full weight fell on her. She tried to push it up, screamed, and rolled out onto the floor and started laughing insanely. I laughed too, and helped her up. She hit my arm playfully and said "Why didn't you tell me it weighed that much?!" I laughed at her and said "Oh, I wanted to just wanted to see you struggle." She laughed even harder and started to hit me again. I caught both her arms, and, without thinking, pulled her into me. It was amazing how right her small frame felt in my arms.
Even after the laughter stopped she stayed there, breathing in and out deeply. I bent my head down a little and smelled her hair. The subtle smell of her perfume aroused me even more, until she pulled away, cleared her throat, and said "Isn't it time for dinner?" I checked my watch and said "In twenty. You want to head up?" "Sure," she said, and we headed for the elevator in silence.
Once we entered the room the reception was being held at, we saw that everyone was already seated at the many circular tables for dinner. There were six people to a table, and I saw that mine and Hermione's parents were sharing a table. We made our way over to them. Everyone smiled at us and said that they were wondering where we had gone off to. Dan nudged Lucius, and they both started laughing. Shortly after both wives started laughing too. "Great," I muttered, "They're still drunk" Hermione allowed herself a little giggle and nodded. I pulled out her chair for her, then sat down myself.
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(Hermione's p.o.v.)
Draco, and I mostly sat listening to our parents talking. Narcissia, and mum were talking, and Lucius, and Dan were talking as well. Then suddenly the unsettled feeling I had felt when Draco first told me that Dan was a pureblood came back. "Um...Dan?" I started. Dan stopped talking abruptly and looked at me with a too warm smile and said "Yeesss? Hunney?" I grimaced a bit at his words but said, quite politely "How is it you know the Malfoys's?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Draco's head whip around to mine in panic. Hey, why shouldn't my mom know who she had married? Besides, I wasn't exactly sure it had been out of love, considering who Dan was friends with. Dan smiled and opened his mouth, but at that moment, Draco tipped over his glass, and the liquid went spilling out onto Dan's lap, and instead of answering he said, "Oh, no. Thisss won't do-oo. I'm off to the washroom. Want to join my dear??" He added to mother. Wow. I thought. Please be a little more obvious, Dan. I rolled my eyes in pure disgust as both my parents got up and left the table.
A few minutes later, Narcissia cleared her throat, and tipped her glass over, and she, and Lucius left too. "Oh my god," said Malfoy, rolling his eyes. "Why did you do that?!" I asked angrily. "What" he asked. "Why'd you tip your glass over!?" He looked at me seriously, and said "Your mum cannot know." "What? Why?" I asked impatiently "Look, we purebloods are very loyal." "So?" I asked, annoyed that he was choosing now to showoff. "We're good friends with Dan so we're risking our lives keeping this secret for him. If the Dark Lord finds out he will kill your family, and mine. The less people who know the better." Malfoys finished, "Alright, but why can't my mom know?" Malfoys frowned at this. It was plain that he didn't know exactly what to say, "It's just safer this way, okay?" "Alright," I said, not completely convinced
The food was then brought, and Draco and I ate alone. I didn't eat much. I had a roll, and a small piece on turkey.
"Why aren't you eating?" Malfoys asked as he swallowed a bite of his steak. "Corset" I said simply, and he looked at me sympathetically. "Is that really all you can eat?" I nodded with a frown as my stomach rumbled in protest. "Here" he said, wrapping some food in a napkin, "We can go to my room, you can take that thing off, and eat." I looked at him and laughed. He seemed to realize what it had sounded that he had suggested, and laughed too. "I won't watch don't worry." Comforted, another question came to mind. "A room? What if your parents are in there?" "Oh, they won't be." Said Draco. "We're staying the night, so they got a room, and I've got one of my own.
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So they left the room, both carrying food in a napkin and went to number 809. Hermione headed to the bathroom with the food in her hands, and Draco plopped on his bed and turned on the T.V.
Hermione took off the corset and ate the food gratefully. After she finished she tried to put the corset back on, but it wasn't easy, as her stomach had expanded. She poked her head around the door. She couldn't see the bed Draco was on, but she called "Do you have a sweatshirt I could borrow for, like, twenty minutes?"
A few seconds later a black sweatshirt was flung at Hermione's head. She screamed, caught it, and refuged back to the bathroom.
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I was on my bed watching Friends, some funny muggle show, when Hermione came out. I smirked at the sight of her. She was wearing the huge purple skirt with my black sweatshirt. It was sexy, but strange at the same time. She ran and jumped on the bed and said "ooooh Friends!" She certainly seemed to have a lot more energy now.
Hermione could not stop laughing. I, however, could not figure out why a man who got his eyebrows waxed was funny. When I asked her, she just kind of looked at me, and laughed harder. It was weird laying there with Hermione. She was so happy, and full of life. Those were definitely qualities I was not used to being around. At school people were like 'Must be cool' and at home it was 'Must show son how to be horny'. But now I was able just to sit back and laugh. If not always at the show, at Hermione. Her laugh was so contagious, and silly.
When the show ended, it was 7:00. We had the choice of either going back to the reception, or hanging out and watching another episode of Friends. We chose hanging out, of course. As the show went on, it was getting harder, and harder to keep myself off Hermione. This struggle with myself continued, and became more and more difficult as Hermione chose sometimes to laugh into my chest.
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I don't know why, but hanging with Draco just seemed so natural. Laying on his bed, watching friends and laughing just made him seem so, well, human. It felt like I had never known him before now. I liked touching him (okay, that could be taken wrong), I liked spreading warmth throughout his body. For some reason, I could not forget the hug he has given me earlier, and for some other reason, I wanted another.
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Oh god. I thought as Rachel, and Ross started having sex. It's a fucking conspiracy! Even this petty sex is killing me! Just then Ross rolled over a juice box, and Hermione laughed into my chest again. Screw this shit, I thought, and pulled her up to meet my lips. I caught her in surprise, but it didn't take long for her to relax, and fall into the kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair. I let my hands trail her body. First they ran down her back, and then working their way up her stomach to her firm breasts. Oh god, I felt myself stand up in my pants. Hermione seemed to notice, because she ceased kissing, and looked down at the bulge in my pants. She took her hands out of my hair, and let them slowly unzip my pants, freeing me. I let out a sigh of relief. She smiled, seductively, and returned to our kiss.
I started to trail kisses down her neck. She moaned a little, and straddled me. This was almost to much for me. I moaned, and went down to her stomach. I lifted the sweatshirt, and kissed it furiously. Her hands grasped my head, and I kissed everywhere I could reach. She let out a frustrated moan, and pulled off the sweatshirt. Not for the first time that day, I saw Hermione's bare chest. I grabbed her arms, and sucked her fingers then moved her hands, and put them on her breasts. She then began to massage herself. I moaned, and made for her mouth. She removed her hands, and wrapped them around my neck. My hands took the place where hers were, and she moaned, and straddled me again. I was so aroused I just wanted to have her right there. Before I could act on this thought, she started to take off my shirt. I did not argue. She flicked her tongue across my hard pecks. It tickled and I smiled, closing my eyes. She made her way down my body, heading straight for my erection. She was inches away from it, when she sat up and played with it for a little while. This was torture. I was about to take action on her, when there was a knock on the door. She looked up in panic, and stared at the door. She hurriedly put the sweatshirt back on, and I made to put my shirt back on. After we both fixed ourselves, I made for the door.
All four of our parents were there. "Is Hermione in here?" Her mother asked peering curiously over my head. "Yeah, mom!" came Hermione's voice "we were watching Friends!" Hermione came from behind me. "Where's your top, dear?" Hermione's mom asked with furrowed brows. "Oh, it was so tight, so I had to borrow this." "...okay...Hermione, it's time for us to go home, honey. " said her mother. She was obviously very suspicious, but we both put on innocent smiles, and Hermione went to change in the bathroom. I was upset that we wouldn't get to finish what we started, but I guessed we could finish it later.
My dad fixed me with a stare, asking if I had started on my project to get Hermione on our side, and I nodded, earning an approving smirk from my father.
When Hermione came out of the bathroom, she thrust my sweatshirt at me with a whispered, thanks, and left, without looking me. My dad raised an eyebrow at her sudden departure, but hitched back a smile as he turned to Dan, and Mrs. Granger. (I had no idea what Dan had told Hermione, and her mother what his last name was.)
Father shook hands with Dan, and kissed Mrs.Granger on the cheek in farewell, and Dan did the same to mother. With a last nod, and smile they departed. Lucius looked at me, "Well?" "Well, what?" I asked. Frustrated that I couldn't help the pain that had started to evolve in my member. "Why did she leave so quickly?" "Embarrassed" I grunted "Trust me father. She's comfortable with me now." "Good" He snarled. He bade me goodnight and left to talk to the bride and groom.
I sighed my relief that he had gone, and made my way over to the bed to try and satisfy myself.
CHAPTER 7
"What!?" Hermione spluttered. She looked totally confused.
I had to control myself, both from laughing, and wanting to kiss her senseless . It's amazing how much you want to do that after seeing her with her top off. "But, what? How? I mean, why? He's a pureblood!?..." She looked like she was going to choke on my lack of explanation. This time I could not hold back my laughter, so I let it out in a cool chuckle. I had a pretty good Idea of what I was going to tell her, but I had to be careful with my words, so I didn't ruin years of Dan's work. "Yep, he's a pureblood. He met your mum, and fell in love. Normally, the Malfoy's would turn their heads away from such filth, but Dan's family and the Malfoys have a very long history together, so we've decided to let it go, and come to the wedding.
Hermione looked doubtful, and suspicious, so I crossed the room to where she was standing at the door, and put my face inches away from hers. (A/n: OMG OMG !!! The fact that I'm going to the RoTk premiere just hit me!! This is just FYI, incase I go all happy/weird in my writing) Hermione had a small intake of breath, as her eyes fell on my chest and worked their way up to my eyes. This was, no doubt, the closest she had ever been to a guy other than Potter or the weasel. "What? Don't believe me?" I said seriously. I had to make sure she believed me, or I had no choice but to put a memory charm on her.
She took in more breath, as if to say something, but let it out, and remained silent. "Is it really that hard to believe that someone could fall in love with your mum?" I said as I went back to my place, and began to bench. Shit.
I hadn't thought to look before I laid down, and now I was attempting to lift 210 lbs in front of Hermione, and I couldn't stop lifting, unless I wanted to look stupid in front of her.
She hesitated a bit, and went to sit on the bench beside me. I took this as an excuse to stop. I sat up and looked her in the eye. She looked a the weight I was lifting, and smiled. "Is it hard?" she asked.
Woah...I thought as my mind went to something completely different then I'm sure was what she meant. "What?" I asked quickly. "Is it hard to lift weights?" she asked again, clearly thinking that I hadn't heard her the first time. Oh. I though. "No, not really, as long as you're not trying to lift too much." I smiled at her, mischievously, "Want to try?"
She smiled too, blushed, then said "Oh, ok." "How much do you want?" I asked.
"Well, how much were you lifting?" "Um..." I looked at the weights, pretending not to have noticed how much I was lifting, "210" Hermione made a face that quite clearly said .shit. "Uh, well than, I'll take 100, I guess." I smiled at her unsureness, and loaded it on for her.
She laid down, and I gave her the barbell. She let out an umph as the full weight fell on her. She tried to push it up, screamed, and rolled out onto the floor and started laughing insanely. I laughed too, and helped her up. She hit my arm playfully and said "Why didn't you tell me it weighed that much?!" I laughed at her and said "Oh, I wanted to just wanted to see you struggle." She laughed even harder and started to hit me again. I caught both her arms, and, without thinking, pulled her into me. It was amazing how right her small frame felt in my arms.
Even after the laughter stopped she stayed there, breathing in and out deeply. I bent my head down a little and smelled her hair. The subtle smell of her perfume aroused me even more, until she pulled away, cleared her throat, and said "Isn't it time for dinner?" I checked my watch and said "In twenty. You want to head up?" "Sure," she said, and we headed for the elevator in silence.
Once we entered the room the reception was being held at, we saw that everyone was already seated at the many circular tables for dinner. There were six people to a table, and I saw that mine and Hermione's parents were sharing a table. We made our way over to them. Everyone smiled at us and said that they were wondering where we had gone off to. Dan nudged Lucius, and they both started laughing. Shortly after both wives started laughing too. "Great," I muttered, "They're still drunk" Hermione allowed herself a little giggle and nodded. I pulled out her chair for her, then sat down myself.
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(Hermione's p.o.v.)
Draco, and I mostly sat listening to our parents talking. Narcissia, and mum were talking, and Lucius, and Dan were talking as well. Then suddenly the unsettled feeling I had felt when Draco first told me that Dan was a pureblood came back. "Um...Dan?" I started. Dan stopped talking abruptly and looked at me with a too warm smile and said "Yeesss? Hunney?" I grimaced a bit at his words but said, quite politely "How is it you know the Malfoys's?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Draco's head whip around to mine in panic. Hey, why shouldn't my mom know who she had married? Besides, I wasn't exactly sure it had been out of love, considering who Dan was friends with. Dan smiled and opened his mouth, but at that moment, Draco tipped over his glass, and the liquid went spilling out onto Dan's lap, and instead of answering he said, "Oh, no. Thisss won't do-oo. I'm off to the washroom. Want to join my dear??" He added to mother. Wow. I thought. Please be a little more obvious, Dan. I rolled my eyes in pure disgust as both my parents got up and left the table.
A few minutes later, Narcissia cleared her throat, and tipped her glass over, and she, and Lucius left too. "Oh my god," said Malfoy, rolling his eyes. "Why did you do that?!" I asked angrily. "What" he asked. "Why'd you tip your glass over!?" He looked at me seriously, and said "Your mum cannot know." "What? Why?" I asked impatiently "Look, we purebloods are very loyal." "So?" I asked, annoyed that he was choosing now to showoff. "We're good friends with Dan so we're risking our lives keeping this secret for him. If the Dark Lord finds out he will kill your family, and mine. The less people who know the better." Malfoys finished, "Alright, but why can't my mom know?" Malfoys frowned at this. It was plain that he didn't know exactly what to say, "It's just safer this way, okay?" "Alright," I said, not completely convinced
The food was then brought, and Draco and I ate alone. I didn't eat much. I had a roll, and a small piece on turkey.
"Why aren't you eating?" Malfoys asked as he swallowed a bite of his steak. "Corset" I said simply, and he looked at me sympathetically. "Is that really all you can eat?" I nodded with a frown as my stomach rumbled in protest. "Here" he said, wrapping some food in a napkin, "We can go to my room, you can take that thing off, and eat." I looked at him and laughed. He seemed to realize what it had sounded that he had suggested, and laughed too. "I won't watch don't worry." Comforted, another question came to mind. "A room? What if your parents are in there?" "Oh, they won't be." Said Draco. "We're staying the night, so they got a room, and I've got one of my own.
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So they left the room, both carrying food in a napkin and went to number 809. Hermione headed to the bathroom with the food in her hands, and Draco plopped on his bed and turned on the T.V.
Hermione took off the corset and ate the food gratefully. After she finished she tried to put the corset back on, but it wasn't easy, as her stomach had expanded. She poked her head around the door. She couldn't see the bed Draco was on, but she called "Do you have a sweatshirt I could borrow for, like, twenty minutes?"
A few seconds later a black sweatshirt was flung at Hermione's head. She screamed, caught it, and refuged back to the bathroom.
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I was on my bed watching Friends, some funny muggle show, when Hermione came out. I smirked at the sight of her. She was wearing the huge purple skirt with my black sweatshirt. It was sexy, but strange at the same time. She ran and jumped on the bed and said "ooooh Friends!" She certainly seemed to have a lot more energy now.
Hermione could not stop laughing. I, however, could not figure out why a man who got his eyebrows waxed was funny. When I asked her, she just kind of looked at me, and laughed harder. It was weird laying there with Hermione. She was so happy, and full of life. Those were definitely qualities I was not used to being around. At school people were like 'Must be cool' and at home it was 'Must show son how to be horny'. But now I was able just to sit back and laugh. If not always at the show, at Hermione. Her laugh was so contagious, and silly.
When the show ended, it was 7:00. We had the choice of either going back to the reception, or hanging out and watching another episode of Friends. We chose hanging out, of course. As the show went on, it was getting harder, and harder to keep myself off Hermione. This struggle with myself continued, and became more and more difficult as Hermione chose sometimes to laugh into my chest.
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I don't know why, but hanging with Draco just seemed so natural. Laying on his bed, watching friends and laughing just made him seem so, well, human. It felt like I had never known him before now. I liked touching him (okay, that could be taken wrong), I liked spreading warmth throughout his body. For some reason, I could not forget the hug he has given me earlier, and for some other reason, I wanted another.
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Oh god. I thought as Rachel, and Ross started having sex. It's a fucking conspiracy! Even this petty sex is killing me! Just then Ross rolled over a juice box, and Hermione laughed into my chest again. Screw this shit, I thought, and pulled her up to meet my lips. I caught her in surprise, but it didn't take long for her to relax, and fall into the kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair. I let my hands trail her body. First they ran down her back, and then working their way up her stomach to her firm breasts. Oh god, I felt myself stand up in my pants. Hermione seemed to notice, because she ceased kissing, and looked down at the bulge in my pants. She took her hands out of my hair, and let them slowly unzip my pants, freeing me. I let out a sigh of relief. She smiled, seductively, and returned to our kiss.
I started to trail kisses down her neck. She moaned a little, and straddled me. This was almost to much for me. I moaned, and went down to her stomach. I lifted the sweatshirt, and kissed it furiously. Her hands grasped my head, and I kissed everywhere I could reach. She let out a frustrated moan, and pulled off the sweatshirt. Not for the first time that day, I saw Hermione's bare chest. I grabbed her arms, and sucked her fingers then moved her hands, and put them on her breasts. She then began to massage herself. I moaned, and made for her mouth. She removed her hands, and wrapped them around my neck. My hands took the place where hers were, and she moaned, and straddled me again. I was so aroused I just wanted to have her right there. Before I could act on this thought, she started to take off my shirt. I did not argue. She flicked her tongue across my hard pecks. It tickled and I smiled, closing my eyes. She made her way down my body, heading straight for my erection. She was inches away from it, when she sat up and played with it for a little while. This was torture. I was about to take action on her, when there was a knock on the door. She looked up in panic, and stared at the door. She hurriedly put the sweatshirt back on, and I made to put my shirt back on. After we both fixed ourselves, I made for the door.
All four of our parents were there. "Is Hermione in here?" Her mother asked peering curiously over my head. "Yeah, mom!" came Hermione's voice "we were watching Friends!" Hermione came from behind me. "Where's your top, dear?" Hermione's mom asked with furrowed brows. "Oh, it was so tight, so I had to borrow this." "...okay...Hermione, it's time for us to go home, honey. " said her mother. She was obviously very suspicious, but we both put on innocent smiles, and Hermione went to change in the bathroom. I was upset that we wouldn't get to finish what we started, but I guessed we could finish it later.
My dad fixed me with a stare, asking if I had started on my project to get Hermione on our side, and I nodded, earning an approving smirk from my father.
When Hermione came out of the bathroom, she thrust my sweatshirt at me with a whispered, thanks, and left, without looking me. My dad raised an eyebrow at her sudden departure, but hitched back a smile as he turned to Dan, and Mrs. Granger. (I had no idea what Dan had told Hermione, and her mother what his last name was.)
Father shook hands with Dan, and kissed Mrs.Granger on the cheek in farewell, and Dan did the same to mother. With a last nod, and smile they departed. Lucius looked at me, "Well?" "Well, what?" I asked. Frustrated that I couldn't help the pain that had started to evolve in my member. "Why did she leave so quickly?" "Embarrassed" I grunted "Trust me father. She's comfortable with me now." "Good" He snarled. He bade me goodnight and left to talk to the bride and groom.
I sighed my relief that he had gone, and made my way over to the bed to try and satisfy myself.