Hey Guys! I hoped u liked the last chapter, and this one too.
**Reviewers**
Shadowed. Phoenix - LoL, nice simile there, and well, the time for the prophecy isn't coming for a few more chaps, sorry hun, depends on how fast I move things and how many twists I throw in there! *grin* And of course ill update soon! I always do! Thankz for always reviewing for me.. whether its on this name or on silver.shadow. Lemme gess, u changed it cuz of the numbers? Those are really annoying me.. ok ill stop blabbering.. toodlez
Alicia Black - Nah, I had my reasons for putting them in the tub. But trust me, beds will come into play. Maybe some erotic sex toys too.. hmm...sound good 2 u? Well, the basic plot may not b too original, but what happens in the upcoming chapters will def be. Oh, n by the way, the long nosed guy your talkina bout its Ron right? Well I dunno if im gunna make this so much like the others, cuz I dunno if I want Ron to like her or not.. I'll see. N I always post fast, dun worry.
Chloe Riddle - U always review for me, ur so cool. LoL. Ya, I got the faerie idea from my frend, kus in a lot of books they say that fearies behold necklaces that hold there lives in them, and at death they hang them up on a tree. I based a lot of the history on reality and pagan beliefs about other creatures. Cuz the faerie realm is real, although not exactly how I wrote about it. (if u havent guessed yet im Pagan, lol) Ya, n Voldemort gave her the necklace kus well, somehow he just 'knew' that she was the one that would present him with a strong child, and plus he liked her, even thought she didn't like him. N voldemort does NOT like rejection. Oh, n by the way, hermiones necklace will eally come into play later. You'll see exactly what its been up to. *grin* ive said enuf.
Dracoishott7771-alright lets go.. lol. Anyway. Yup chappies that are long are fun, n no too much fluff gives me a migraine, I like kinkyness 2. But, I will have fluff in there. Its kind of necessary for part of the plot. But def not all.. lol. kinkyness is soo important 2, in more ways then 1. N by the way, don't use spoons that way.. LOL
Live-evil-07 - yup, that was the point of the chapter, short n informative, lol. Oh really? U let ur frends read it? U make me feel so special!!. *jumps for joy* I like knowing that it seems real. Well, heres your chappie, have fun.
Samhain - thankz! N oh, btw r u pagan by any chance? Kus Samhain's a holiday..
Kayla - no , u r absolutely awesome. I opened my email n found 5 new reviews thinkin, wow that was fast! N there all from u, n I felt so special that one person would review that many times in like, a half hour.. lol. Thanks so much, n yeah, I liked that chocalate syrup 2. I wish draco could b MY sex god,, *tear* but hes all the way in england.. *tear*
Dragons Spitfire - Its so nice to get a review from another author, especially when I'm reading that authors story! LoL. Well anyway, thanks for the advice, your right I should have detailed that part up a bit. Most of this chapter is in Draco's POV to, so you'll get inside his head a bit.
Tetra the Pirate Lucky St - Thanks, and ehh, that was probably the only real short chap ill have in a while, but it's nice to know it doesn't bother you. Thanks again.
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Hermione counted the days until Draco would come back with a growing anticipation. Just the thought of him made her heart flutter. Voldemort had started to ask her about him now and then, and she couldn't help but feel a rosy blush come across her face. It was simple questions though, like how they were getting along, if they were developing a good relationship, or if Draco was treating her well.
Voldemort really wasn't as bad to her as she thought he would have been. Obviously, since she was his daughter he would treat her with respect, but she never thought it would be this much. Hermione had pretty much adjusted to life around here, admitting to herself that Voldemort was her father, because she knew it was due to him that she had Draco. Plus, she had stumbled across photo albums that showed her baby pictures, and a wizard's birth certificate.
However, the certificate was nothing like a muggle one. There was a handprint on the right side, where you would put your right hand. The certificate would then see if your fingerprints matched that of the baby that the certificate was given to. So when Hermione tired this, and ended up with matching fingerprints, she knew it had to be true.
Although everything seemed to be going quite well, as Hermione walked around thinking of seeing Draco again, things really were not all that good. She had been thinking of Draco non-stop, trying to get the thoughts of how she would have to act in school out of her head. She couldn't help but wonder what she was going to do about it. She knew she couldn't tell Harry, or Ron, or even Ginny about her discoveries. But how would she hide it? What would she do? So, to mask her confusion she buried herself in an enormous number of the books in her room and constantly thought about Draco.
It all seemed to work a bit, but Hermione wasn't one for putting things off, so her behavior was annoying her. But really, it was just because the girl felt so lost. For once she didn't know how to respond to a situation. She was completely flustered, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
When Hermione wasn't reading, she often flew her broom up to the tower her and Draco had first really, truly kissed on. She would watch the sunset, alone, feeling that euphoria she felt when she had been there with Draco, although not as strong. Unwanted thoughts still crossed her mind. She needed his presence to complete the blissful scene atop that tower, and to completely weed out the haunting thoughts consuming her mind.
He was like her lifeline; Or maybe an addiction; a good one though. She felt she needed him. Her feelings for him kept her going strong everyday. But the funny thing was that her drug was Draco Malfoy. The man she used to despise. Now she just laughed at the irony of it, forgetting the past pains. People change, she thought. He has proved that to me, really.
But had he? Had he changed at all? Or had it been Hermione that had done all the changing, and he had simply adjusted himself? What if he's still the same old Draco, and I'm just as bad as he is? But she just wouldn't believe this, and pushed the thoughts away.
*Ugh, I'm going out flying, * she thought.
Flying had become quite a comfort
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A few days later, Hermione was sleeping in her room when Draco walked in. He had just deposited his trunk in his room, and came to visit Hermione.
She's so beautiful when she's asleep, he thought. It would be a pity to wake her. Hermione was so at peace lying in her soft, comfortable bed. The silk sheets encased that amazing body of hers and Draco had the strongest urge to touch it.
Draco loved Hermione's body. It was that of a goddess in his opinion. But he wished not to wake her and just sat down next to the bed watching her.
Hermione moved every so often while she was asleep. Soft mumbles emitted from her mouth with each movement. She looked so comfortable, so happy. Sweet dreams must be forming in that little mind of hers. Draco wanted to just watch her sleep forever. It calmed him.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there admiring her, but when she woke, he snapped out of his trance-like state.
As Hermione's eyes fluttered open she looked upon Draco, and warmth flooded through the brown amber. A smile crossed her face and she whispered, *Draco, * softly, her face glowing.
Draco lifted himself from the ground and lied down on the other side of her bed, wrapping his arms around her. * Hey baby * he whispered into her ear, before nuzzling her neck.
Hermione giggled. *Oh Draco, I've missed you so much. * She turned over to face him, looking tantalizingly sweet. She was so cute, when she just got out of bed. Her hair was slightly wild, her bed clothes a bit wrinkled, and her face, free of make-up, completely content.
Hermione rolled her body on to of Draco's, straddling his hips, and rest her head upon his strong chest, listening to the beating of his heart. The warmth of her body went soared through him, sending a tingling sensation down his spine.
Draco softly caressed the smooth skin of her cheek, tucking stray hairs behind her ear with a smirk across his lips and a gleam in his deep green-gray eyes. When Hermione looked up at him, he gently pulled her up by her torso until their faces were inches apart, hot breath being exchanged between them. Her lips descended upon his, trapping him in the sweet passion of a kiss. He had longed to kiss her for all the days he had been at home. She was so amazing in his eyes, and it still bothered him that he hadn't realized this in all their years before.
He lost himself in the kiss, forgetting about his ill treatment to her in the years prior, and concentrated instead, on the soft pout of her lips that were so gently placed against his own. He felt the smooth skin of her torso against his palms, the soft curve of her hips, while the swell of her breast was gently grazing his chest.
He moved his tongue to her lips, parting them for entry, tasting every bit of her. Draco licked her tongue, gently sucking on it, while sending chills down her spine.
His hands were traveling around her midsection, until he moved them onto her behind, and pushed her lower, onto his groin, creating a sweet pleasure. Hermione caught on fast and began to add more pressure, so he need not use his hands. She felt good against him, and he was deeply aroused, as he moved his hands up her taut stomach, running his fingers gently down her, grazing her skin. Hermione's body tingled and she increased the pressure in between them, grinding into him. Her hands were placed one around his neck, the other up his shirt, on his chest.
Draco continued to use his hands enticingly on her stomach, and then cupped her breasts firmly with his hands. He could feel her moan into his mouth, kissing now with more passion, intensity increasing. He swung his arms around her back, undoing the clasp of her bra with ease, and slipping it off along with her shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily, so that he could gain more easy access to her chest. He continued, tantalizingly massaging her, every now and then moving his hands back up her stomach, or to her arse to push her more deeply into him as they resumed their kiss.
Hermione began to softly nibble on his bottom lip, but bit harder whenever his hands used some delicious new technique. Draco ran his tongue across her lips innocently, opening his eyes for a moment. Her face looked so full of passion. He looked down and saw the luscious rise of her breasts, his hands cupping them, massaging them. Then he re-closed his eyes.
He soon felt Hermione's hands slide down his chest and she pulled then out from his shirt, so that she could, one by one, slip open the buttons, keeping her skin from grazing his. Draco wanted to feel her skin against him to, and urged her on.
When his shirt was released, she gently slid it off his arms, and it lay under him, pressed into the silk mattress. The pressure between them increased again, the warmth of each other surged through them.
Draco's hands then made their way up Hermione's thighs, which she had wrapped around his strong hips, to add pressure. He then slid his hands up the sides of her shorts and gripped her firmly on the butt, pushing her even more deeply onto him. He moved her hips up and down, motioning them against his groin.
Draco's hands then wove themselves to the front of her shorts. He slipped his hand down the front of her panties, and gently stroked her. Hermione's body arched into his and she let out a deep moan, urging him to continue.
Draco placed his thumb onto her clit, applying pressure, and Hermione gasped, *Uhh, Draco, ohh! *
He smirked and, slid his pointer and middle fingers into her, while keeping his thumb on her clit, gently stroking it. Using a simple in and out motion, he began to surge ecstasy through her veins, and she moaned out his name.
Hearing this made him smirk. He liked to hear his name. He began to stroke her harder, and move his fingers more quickly, while bringing his lips down upon her left nipple, sucking at it heatedly.
*Oh, Draco! Oh, Sweet Merlin! * Hermione's hands seized Draco's hair and held tight, thought not pulling on it. Her hands flowed through his hair, then to his neck, then traveled down his torso and back up again.
He then moved his lips down to her clit, sucking on it, while now moving three fingers through her body, caressing her insides, fluidly.
Hermione was gasping, moaned, shouting Draco's name.
And then there was a knock on the door.
Draco fell onto Hermione, as exhausted as she. *Are you KIDDING me??!*
*My Lady, Mr. Malfoy, I wish not to intrude, * said a voice from the other side of the locked door, *But Master requests your presence at brunch in 10 minutes time. * Then it scampered away.
*Not fair! * Hermione whined. She didn't want to go. She had been having to much fun. Draco could sense it just in the tone of her voice, and laughed. HE gently began to suck at her nipple once again.
*Draco, must we go? * He nuzzled her neck.
*I'm afraid we have no choice, * he licked now on her earlobe. Then Draco hoisted her on top of him, placed his hands tightly on her butt and delicately licked her lips. Then he gained entry to her mouth and tasted her, moaning into her.
Draco sat up, with Hermione still wrapped around him, sitting now on his laps, with her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.
He sighed, but then stood up, unraveled her from around him, and brought her into a standing position as well.
*Babe, I'd love to stay here just as much as you would, but we have to go, and your no where near ready. *
Hermione realized this to and scampered about, looking for something to wear. She picked up some red, mesh underwear with a matching bra, menacingly looking at Draco, and dressed herself in them. As she did so, he watched her, lustfully, wishing deeply he didn't have to go to this brunch and that he could stay up here with her for hours. He cursed His father and Voldemort mentally, for ruining their moment.
Hermione pulled on some Silver robes as well, and then went to the bathroom to get her hair and makeup done. There wasn't enough time to shower though. This upset Draco. They could have showered together.
He slipped his shirt back on, and found his robe, pulling it on too, over his neck. Using his fingers, he straightened out his hair and then patiently waited for Hermione, who emerged a few minutes later, looking composed, though completely rushed.
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When the two of them entered the dining hall, Voldemort was sitting with Lucius as well as Macnair and a few others she did not know. They bowed to her as she entered, and Voldemort then allowed them to resume sitting.
The dark lord looked upon them with a knowing smirk, and Hermione's cheeks turned a shade redder.
*Why good morning children, * he said still smirking. *Have you slept well darling? *
*Yes father, * she replied.
*Yes, well I see you have obviously already found Draco, * Voldemort's smirk grew wider and Hermione's blush deepened.
It was Draco's turn to speak. He bowed and then said, *Yes, My Lord, after I arrived and put away my things, I went to visit my lady and see if she was awake. * Draco was so calm.
*I see, * Voldemort knew exactly what had happened. Draco knew he did. But he also knew Voldemort seemed to be encouraging it, oddly enough. His father had informed him of this when they had gone home last week. He had told him that Voldemort was pleased to know that Hermione was now with him, and that he was glad she was happy. The Lord wanted Hermione to make new friends on the darker side, as well as having a 'male partner', to keep her from Potter and Weasley, and to protect her altogether.
Draco had felt quite honored.
Brunch began rather boringly. Draco didn't understand why he and Hermione had to be there. They could have been off in her room doing, well, things.
But, as if his mind had been read, Voldemort spoke.
*I have brought you two down here to inform you of some news. * There will be a party tonight in honor of the Lady and her departure. She will be able to meet many people, and have fun before she arrives at Hogwarts. It will also double as an early birthday. * Voldemort's smirk came back as he resumed speaking. *You two may go off and do whatever you wish, for Merlin knows you will find something pleasurable to do, * Hermione blushed. * But you must be back here at 6:30 for the party. Dinner will be served there. *
Voldemort and his men then departed.
*Draco, do you think he knows, what we've been, up to? *
*Hermione, Voldemort knows everything, I thought you knew that. *
Hermione gulped down the lump in her throat. Merlin, her newfound father knew everything! It was so embarrassing. But why doesn't he care? I would have expected him to snap Draco's neck by now.
Hermione was so confused, but a few rooms away Voldemort smiled at this.
*Well of course I know, child. And I will know everything else as well, long after the prophecy is fulfilled. *
Voldemort inwardly laughed to himself, and then continued discussing his business with the death eaters.
**Reviewers**
Shadowed. Phoenix - LoL, nice simile there, and well, the time for the prophecy isn't coming for a few more chaps, sorry hun, depends on how fast I move things and how many twists I throw in there! *grin* And of course ill update soon! I always do! Thankz for always reviewing for me.. whether its on this name or on silver.shadow. Lemme gess, u changed it cuz of the numbers? Those are really annoying me.. ok ill stop blabbering.. toodlez
Alicia Black - Nah, I had my reasons for putting them in the tub. But trust me, beds will come into play. Maybe some erotic sex toys too.. hmm...sound good 2 u? Well, the basic plot may not b too original, but what happens in the upcoming chapters will def be. Oh, n by the way, the long nosed guy your talkina bout its Ron right? Well I dunno if im gunna make this so much like the others, cuz I dunno if I want Ron to like her or not.. I'll see. N I always post fast, dun worry.
Chloe Riddle - U always review for me, ur so cool. LoL. Ya, I got the faerie idea from my frend, kus in a lot of books they say that fearies behold necklaces that hold there lives in them, and at death they hang them up on a tree. I based a lot of the history on reality and pagan beliefs about other creatures. Cuz the faerie realm is real, although not exactly how I wrote about it. (if u havent guessed yet im Pagan, lol) Ya, n Voldemort gave her the necklace kus well, somehow he just 'knew' that she was the one that would present him with a strong child, and plus he liked her, even thought she didn't like him. N voldemort does NOT like rejection. Oh, n by the way, hermiones necklace will eally come into play later. You'll see exactly what its been up to. *grin* ive said enuf.
Dracoishott7771-alright lets go.. lol. Anyway. Yup chappies that are long are fun, n no too much fluff gives me a migraine, I like kinkyness 2. But, I will have fluff in there. Its kind of necessary for part of the plot. But def not all.. lol. kinkyness is soo important 2, in more ways then 1. N by the way, don't use spoons that way.. LOL
Live-evil-07 - yup, that was the point of the chapter, short n informative, lol. Oh really? U let ur frends read it? U make me feel so special!!. *jumps for joy* I like knowing that it seems real. Well, heres your chappie, have fun.
Samhain - thankz! N oh, btw r u pagan by any chance? Kus Samhain's a holiday..
Kayla - no , u r absolutely awesome. I opened my email n found 5 new reviews thinkin, wow that was fast! N there all from u, n I felt so special that one person would review that many times in like, a half hour.. lol. Thanks so much, n yeah, I liked that chocalate syrup 2. I wish draco could b MY sex god,, *tear* but hes all the way in england.. *tear*
Dragons Spitfire - Its so nice to get a review from another author, especially when I'm reading that authors story! LoL. Well anyway, thanks for the advice, your right I should have detailed that part up a bit. Most of this chapter is in Draco's POV to, so you'll get inside his head a bit.
Tetra the Pirate Lucky St - Thanks, and ehh, that was probably the only real short chap ill have in a while, but it's nice to know it doesn't bother you. Thanks again.
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Hermione counted the days until Draco would come back with a growing anticipation. Just the thought of him made her heart flutter. Voldemort had started to ask her about him now and then, and she couldn't help but feel a rosy blush come across her face. It was simple questions though, like how they were getting along, if they were developing a good relationship, or if Draco was treating her well.
Voldemort really wasn't as bad to her as she thought he would have been. Obviously, since she was his daughter he would treat her with respect, but she never thought it would be this much. Hermione had pretty much adjusted to life around here, admitting to herself that Voldemort was her father, because she knew it was due to him that she had Draco. Plus, she had stumbled across photo albums that showed her baby pictures, and a wizard's birth certificate.
However, the certificate was nothing like a muggle one. There was a handprint on the right side, where you would put your right hand. The certificate would then see if your fingerprints matched that of the baby that the certificate was given to. So when Hermione tired this, and ended up with matching fingerprints, she knew it had to be true.
Although everything seemed to be going quite well, as Hermione walked around thinking of seeing Draco again, things really were not all that good. She had been thinking of Draco non-stop, trying to get the thoughts of how she would have to act in school out of her head. She couldn't help but wonder what she was going to do about it. She knew she couldn't tell Harry, or Ron, or even Ginny about her discoveries. But how would she hide it? What would she do? So, to mask her confusion she buried herself in an enormous number of the books in her room and constantly thought about Draco.
It all seemed to work a bit, but Hermione wasn't one for putting things off, so her behavior was annoying her. But really, it was just because the girl felt so lost. For once she didn't know how to respond to a situation. She was completely flustered, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
When Hermione wasn't reading, she often flew her broom up to the tower her and Draco had first really, truly kissed on. She would watch the sunset, alone, feeling that euphoria she felt when she had been there with Draco, although not as strong. Unwanted thoughts still crossed her mind. She needed his presence to complete the blissful scene atop that tower, and to completely weed out the haunting thoughts consuming her mind.
He was like her lifeline; Or maybe an addiction; a good one though. She felt she needed him. Her feelings for him kept her going strong everyday. But the funny thing was that her drug was Draco Malfoy. The man she used to despise. Now she just laughed at the irony of it, forgetting the past pains. People change, she thought. He has proved that to me, really.
But had he? Had he changed at all? Or had it been Hermione that had done all the changing, and he had simply adjusted himself? What if he's still the same old Draco, and I'm just as bad as he is? But she just wouldn't believe this, and pushed the thoughts away.
*Ugh, I'm going out flying, * she thought.
Flying had become quite a comfort
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A few days later, Hermione was sleeping in her room when Draco walked in. He had just deposited his trunk in his room, and came to visit Hermione.
She's so beautiful when she's asleep, he thought. It would be a pity to wake her. Hermione was so at peace lying in her soft, comfortable bed. The silk sheets encased that amazing body of hers and Draco had the strongest urge to touch it.
Draco loved Hermione's body. It was that of a goddess in his opinion. But he wished not to wake her and just sat down next to the bed watching her.
Hermione moved every so often while she was asleep. Soft mumbles emitted from her mouth with each movement. She looked so comfortable, so happy. Sweet dreams must be forming in that little mind of hers. Draco wanted to just watch her sleep forever. It calmed him.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there admiring her, but when she woke, he snapped out of his trance-like state.
As Hermione's eyes fluttered open she looked upon Draco, and warmth flooded through the brown amber. A smile crossed her face and she whispered, *Draco, * softly, her face glowing.
Draco lifted himself from the ground and lied down on the other side of her bed, wrapping his arms around her. * Hey baby * he whispered into her ear, before nuzzling her neck.
Hermione giggled. *Oh Draco, I've missed you so much. * She turned over to face him, looking tantalizingly sweet. She was so cute, when she just got out of bed. Her hair was slightly wild, her bed clothes a bit wrinkled, and her face, free of make-up, completely content.
Hermione rolled her body on to of Draco's, straddling his hips, and rest her head upon his strong chest, listening to the beating of his heart. The warmth of her body went soared through him, sending a tingling sensation down his spine.
Draco softly caressed the smooth skin of her cheek, tucking stray hairs behind her ear with a smirk across his lips and a gleam in his deep green-gray eyes. When Hermione looked up at him, he gently pulled her up by her torso until their faces were inches apart, hot breath being exchanged between them. Her lips descended upon his, trapping him in the sweet passion of a kiss. He had longed to kiss her for all the days he had been at home. She was so amazing in his eyes, and it still bothered him that he hadn't realized this in all their years before.
He lost himself in the kiss, forgetting about his ill treatment to her in the years prior, and concentrated instead, on the soft pout of her lips that were so gently placed against his own. He felt the smooth skin of her torso against his palms, the soft curve of her hips, while the swell of her breast was gently grazing his chest.
He moved his tongue to her lips, parting them for entry, tasting every bit of her. Draco licked her tongue, gently sucking on it, while sending chills down her spine.
His hands were traveling around her midsection, until he moved them onto her behind, and pushed her lower, onto his groin, creating a sweet pleasure. Hermione caught on fast and began to add more pressure, so he need not use his hands. She felt good against him, and he was deeply aroused, as he moved his hands up her taut stomach, running his fingers gently down her, grazing her skin. Hermione's body tingled and she increased the pressure in between them, grinding into him. Her hands were placed one around his neck, the other up his shirt, on his chest.
Draco continued to use his hands enticingly on her stomach, and then cupped her breasts firmly with his hands. He could feel her moan into his mouth, kissing now with more passion, intensity increasing. He swung his arms around her back, undoing the clasp of her bra with ease, and slipping it off along with her shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily, so that he could gain more easy access to her chest. He continued, tantalizingly massaging her, every now and then moving his hands back up her stomach, or to her arse to push her more deeply into him as they resumed their kiss.
Hermione began to softly nibble on his bottom lip, but bit harder whenever his hands used some delicious new technique. Draco ran his tongue across her lips innocently, opening his eyes for a moment. Her face looked so full of passion. He looked down and saw the luscious rise of her breasts, his hands cupping them, massaging them. Then he re-closed his eyes.
He soon felt Hermione's hands slide down his chest and she pulled then out from his shirt, so that she could, one by one, slip open the buttons, keeping her skin from grazing his. Draco wanted to feel her skin against him to, and urged her on.
When his shirt was released, she gently slid it off his arms, and it lay under him, pressed into the silk mattress. The pressure between them increased again, the warmth of each other surged through them.
Draco's hands then made their way up Hermione's thighs, which she had wrapped around his strong hips, to add pressure. He then slid his hands up the sides of her shorts and gripped her firmly on the butt, pushing her even more deeply onto him. He moved her hips up and down, motioning them against his groin.
Draco's hands then wove themselves to the front of her shorts. He slipped his hand down the front of her panties, and gently stroked her. Hermione's body arched into his and she let out a deep moan, urging him to continue.
Draco placed his thumb onto her clit, applying pressure, and Hermione gasped, *Uhh, Draco, ohh! *
He smirked and, slid his pointer and middle fingers into her, while keeping his thumb on her clit, gently stroking it. Using a simple in and out motion, he began to surge ecstasy through her veins, and she moaned out his name.
Hearing this made him smirk. He liked to hear his name. He began to stroke her harder, and move his fingers more quickly, while bringing his lips down upon her left nipple, sucking at it heatedly.
*Oh, Draco! Oh, Sweet Merlin! * Hermione's hands seized Draco's hair and held tight, thought not pulling on it. Her hands flowed through his hair, then to his neck, then traveled down his torso and back up again.
He then moved his lips down to her clit, sucking on it, while now moving three fingers through her body, caressing her insides, fluidly.
Hermione was gasping, moaned, shouting Draco's name.
And then there was a knock on the door.
Draco fell onto Hermione, as exhausted as she. *Are you KIDDING me??!*
*My Lady, Mr. Malfoy, I wish not to intrude, * said a voice from the other side of the locked door, *But Master requests your presence at brunch in 10 minutes time. * Then it scampered away.
*Not fair! * Hermione whined. She didn't want to go. She had been having to much fun. Draco could sense it just in the tone of her voice, and laughed. HE gently began to suck at her nipple once again.
*Draco, must we go? * He nuzzled her neck.
*I'm afraid we have no choice, * he licked now on her earlobe. Then Draco hoisted her on top of him, placed his hands tightly on her butt and delicately licked her lips. Then he gained entry to her mouth and tasted her, moaning into her.
Draco sat up, with Hermione still wrapped around him, sitting now on his laps, with her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.
He sighed, but then stood up, unraveled her from around him, and brought her into a standing position as well.
*Babe, I'd love to stay here just as much as you would, but we have to go, and your no where near ready. *
Hermione realized this to and scampered about, looking for something to wear. She picked up some red, mesh underwear with a matching bra, menacingly looking at Draco, and dressed herself in them. As she did so, he watched her, lustfully, wishing deeply he didn't have to go to this brunch and that he could stay up here with her for hours. He cursed His father and Voldemort mentally, for ruining their moment.
Hermione pulled on some Silver robes as well, and then went to the bathroom to get her hair and makeup done. There wasn't enough time to shower though. This upset Draco. They could have showered together.
He slipped his shirt back on, and found his robe, pulling it on too, over his neck. Using his fingers, he straightened out his hair and then patiently waited for Hermione, who emerged a few minutes later, looking composed, though completely rushed.
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When the two of them entered the dining hall, Voldemort was sitting with Lucius as well as Macnair and a few others she did not know. They bowed to her as she entered, and Voldemort then allowed them to resume sitting.
The dark lord looked upon them with a knowing smirk, and Hermione's cheeks turned a shade redder.
*Why good morning children, * he said still smirking. *Have you slept well darling? *
*Yes father, * she replied.
*Yes, well I see you have obviously already found Draco, * Voldemort's smirk grew wider and Hermione's blush deepened.
It was Draco's turn to speak. He bowed and then said, *Yes, My Lord, after I arrived and put away my things, I went to visit my lady and see if she was awake. * Draco was so calm.
*I see, * Voldemort knew exactly what had happened. Draco knew he did. But he also knew Voldemort seemed to be encouraging it, oddly enough. His father had informed him of this when they had gone home last week. He had told him that Voldemort was pleased to know that Hermione was now with him, and that he was glad she was happy. The Lord wanted Hermione to make new friends on the darker side, as well as having a 'male partner', to keep her from Potter and Weasley, and to protect her altogether.
Draco had felt quite honored.
Brunch began rather boringly. Draco didn't understand why he and Hermione had to be there. They could have been off in her room doing, well, things.
But, as if his mind had been read, Voldemort spoke.
*I have brought you two down here to inform you of some news. * There will be a party tonight in honor of the Lady and her departure. She will be able to meet many people, and have fun before she arrives at Hogwarts. It will also double as an early birthday. * Voldemort's smirk came back as he resumed speaking. *You two may go off and do whatever you wish, for Merlin knows you will find something pleasurable to do, * Hermione blushed. * But you must be back here at 6:30 for the party. Dinner will be served there. *
Voldemort and his men then departed.
*Draco, do you think he knows, what we've been, up to? *
*Hermione, Voldemort knows everything, I thought you knew that. *
Hermione gulped down the lump in her throat. Merlin, her newfound father knew everything! It was so embarrassing. But why doesn't he care? I would have expected him to snap Draco's neck by now.
Hermione was so confused, but a few rooms away Voldemort smiled at this.
*Well of course I know, child. And I will know everything else as well, long after the prophecy is fulfilled. *
Voldemort inwardly laughed to himself, and then continued discussing his business with the death eaters.