[A/N:Because you all asked so nicely, I've decided to hold off being evil
and give you the honeymoon chapter ahead of schedule. Muah!]
Chapter Six
At the end of a hallway above the stairs was a set of large double doors. Before he turned the doorknob, Draco looked over his shoulder at Hermione and smirked at her obvious fear. Then he turned the knob and pushed open the heavy door in one effortless movement.
The room they entered seemed to be the entryway to a suite. It had a series of doors around the walls, and Hermione was sure that this was the apartment that Draco used when he was vacationing here. The rooms were decorated stylishly, but had a unique and semi-personalized quality to them. The first room had several couches and chairs, all with deep green upholstery. Portraits of blonde-haired men in quidditch robes were hung on the walls, and Hermione noticed a resemblance between Draco and the men in the paintings. Several of them were wearing the Malfoy Smirk, so Hermione decided that these were his ancestors.
Draco squeezed her hand before he dropped it. He walked towards a door to their left and opened it. Behind him Hermione saw a large marble bathroom and dressing room. Draco started to go in, but turned and said, "Wait here. I'll be right back." His eyes darted downward over her figure before he closed the door after him.
Hermione stood next to a couch, wondering if she should sit down. She had tried to sit down during the reception, but her gown's skirt was so voluminous that she had decided that it was made for dancing, not for sitting. So she stood there, both wanting Draco to come back- the portraits on the walls were looking at her strangely- and hoping he never returned. She knew that when he came back she would have to do anything he said, and that was what she had been dreading.
It wasn't that Hermione was scared of having sex, but she had always imagined that it would be with someone she loved and cared about; someone she at least knew. She wasn't sure what would happen when she disobeyed what he told her to do, but the thought of going against ancient forms of magic, which she had read about, didn't appeal to her.
She stood apprehensively on the thick carpet until the bathroom door opened and Draco stepped into the room. He had changed from his formal robes into a black silk dressing robe, which was tied around his waist with a sash. It stood out in sharp contrast to his pale skin and hair.
Draco walked over to her and looked down at her again, his eyes following the edge of her wedding dress. He leaned in and kissed her, nipping at her lower lip and grabbing it gently between his teeth. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed and she felt him smirk against her mouth. He pulled back slightly and looked at her, his stormy gray eyes boring into her brown ones.
"Take off your dress," he said, moving away from her to a table on the opposite side of the room. She watched him take out a crystal glass from a cabinet and then set it down on the table. He was reaching for a carved matching bottle when Hermione suddenly became nauseous. Her head felt like it was spinning, and she felt like the champagne from the reception was about to come back up.
Before she became sick, she gasped out, "Draco, I'm. I'm."
Draco turned around, and saw her bent over; one hand pressing on her forehead while another was clutching her stomach. He rolled his eyes slightly and said, "Hermione, didn't you know that this is what happens when you deny the magical bonds? You're not doing what I say." He looked at her as she raised her head and looked at him in desperation. "Fine, but this is the only time that I'm going to do this. Don't take off your wedding dress yet."
As soon as he said that, Hermione's head returned to normal and she managed to stand up again. She watched as Draco poured an amber colored liquid into the glass and took a sip. He continued to drink while his eyes bored along her body, making Hermione shift uncomfortably. Finally, when the last sip was gone, he put the glass on the table again and stepped towards her.
Hermione resisted the temptation to take a step back, and stood where she was on the carpet. When Draco was standing very close to her, he brushed his fingertips against the side of her cheek. Hermione could feel his warm breath washing over her skin and she shivered.
Draco took Hermione's hand and walked her to another door on the right wall. He opened it and led her into a large bedroom done in greens and grays. Candles burned along the walls and a fire blazed in the large fireplace. The bed had thick silver and black hangings, and the emerald green silk bedspread almost glowed in the light.
Hermione followed Draco to the bed, where he sat down on the edge, pulling her to stand in front of him. His lips curled in a small smile and he said, "Let's try this again, shall we? Take off your dress."
Hermione ignored the shaking of her hands and went to work on the small buttons and clasps that traveled down the side of her gown. As the material fell away from her body, Hermione could feel Draco looking at her, his eyes following her curves and imagining her most secret parts. In one smooth movement, Draco had removed her bra and pulled her to sit on his lap. As his lips kissed the skin under her ear, Hermione was wishing that she was anywhere but where she was. She wished that his lips weren't so soft and alluring. She wished that he wasn't so gentle and considerate. That her breasts didn't fit so perfectly in his hands. That his long fingers didn't know just where and how to touch her. She wished that she could stop wishing and just enjoy what was happening; because as much as she tried to ignore it, Hermione was feeling things she had never felt before- things she had to admit to herself that she liked.
Draco rolled her onto the bed and in a matter of seconds all of his clothes were off and he was pulling off her panties. When Hermione looked into his eyes and saw his silvery ones staring at her, she shut them tight, blocking out the look he was giving her. She turned her head to the side and felt him push in. She had expected a lot of pain, because she had built up a vision of him hurting her as much as possible.
Soon the hurt melted away and Hermione found herself moving in Draco's rhythm, spiraling into sensations she never imagined.
[Author's Note: Well there it is. The honeymoon night. I tried not to get too detailed or anything, because I wanted to respect the R rating. Whether you liked it or not, that's what I came up with. I want to thank all the great people who have left me comments and spent their time making me feel good about what I'm writing. In response to the people who want me to update with closer intervals, I have to say that I will try, but not to expect any promises. This story will have twelve chapters in it, and there might be a sequel if enough people ask for it. So congratulations! You've made it through half the story! Chapter seven is about the next morning and also features a shopping trip.]
Chapter Six
At the end of a hallway above the stairs was a set of large double doors. Before he turned the doorknob, Draco looked over his shoulder at Hermione and smirked at her obvious fear. Then he turned the knob and pushed open the heavy door in one effortless movement.
The room they entered seemed to be the entryway to a suite. It had a series of doors around the walls, and Hermione was sure that this was the apartment that Draco used when he was vacationing here. The rooms were decorated stylishly, but had a unique and semi-personalized quality to them. The first room had several couches and chairs, all with deep green upholstery. Portraits of blonde-haired men in quidditch robes were hung on the walls, and Hermione noticed a resemblance between Draco and the men in the paintings. Several of them were wearing the Malfoy Smirk, so Hermione decided that these were his ancestors.
Draco squeezed her hand before he dropped it. He walked towards a door to their left and opened it. Behind him Hermione saw a large marble bathroom and dressing room. Draco started to go in, but turned and said, "Wait here. I'll be right back." His eyes darted downward over her figure before he closed the door after him.
Hermione stood next to a couch, wondering if she should sit down. She had tried to sit down during the reception, but her gown's skirt was so voluminous that she had decided that it was made for dancing, not for sitting. So she stood there, both wanting Draco to come back- the portraits on the walls were looking at her strangely- and hoping he never returned. She knew that when he came back she would have to do anything he said, and that was what she had been dreading.
It wasn't that Hermione was scared of having sex, but she had always imagined that it would be with someone she loved and cared about; someone she at least knew. She wasn't sure what would happen when she disobeyed what he told her to do, but the thought of going against ancient forms of magic, which she had read about, didn't appeal to her.
She stood apprehensively on the thick carpet until the bathroom door opened and Draco stepped into the room. He had changed from his formal robes into a black silk dressing robe, which was tied around his waist with a sash. It stood out in sharp contrast to his pale skin and hair.
Draco walked over to her and looked down at her again, his eyes following the edge of her wedding dress. He leaned in and kissed her, nipping at her lower lip and grabbing it gently between his teeth. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed and she felt him smirk against her mouth. He pulled back slightly and looked at her, his stormy gray eyes boring into her brown ones.
"Take off your dress," he said, moving away from her to a table on the opposite side of the room. She watched him take out a crystal glass from a cabinet and then set it down on the table. He was reaching for a carved matching bottle when Hermione suddenly became nauseous. Her head felt like it was spinning, and she felt like the champagne from the reception was about to come back up.
Before she became sick, she gasped out, "Draco, I'm. I'm."
Draco turned around, and saw her bent over; one hand pressing on her forehead while another was clutching her stomach. He rolled his eyes slightly and said, "Hermione, didn't you know that this is what happens when you deny the magical bonds? You're not doing what I say." He looked at her as she raised her head and looked at him in desperation. "Fine, but this is the only time that I'm going to do this. Don't take off your wedding dress yet."
As soon as he said that, Hermione's head returned to normal and she managed to stand up again. She watched as Draco poured an amber colored liquid into the glass and took a sip. He continued to drink while his eyes bored along her body, making Hermione shift uncomfortably. Finally, when the last sip was gone, he put the glass on the table again and stepped towards her.
Hermione resisted the temptation to take a step back, and stood where she was on the carpet. When Draco was standing very close to her, he brushed his fingertips against the side of her cheek. Hermione could feel his warm breath washing over her skin and she shivered.
Draco took Hermione's hand and walked her to another door on the right wall. He opened it and led her into a large bedroom done in greens and grays. Candles burned along the walls and a fire blazed in the large fireplace. The bed had thick silver and black hangings, and the emerald green silk bedspread almost glowed in the light.
Hermione followed Draco to the bed, where he sat down on the edge, pulling her to stand in front of him. His lips curled in a small smile and he said, "Let's try this again, shall we? Take off your dress."
Hermione ignored the shaking of her hands and went to work on the small buttons and clasps that traveled down the side of her gown. As the material fell away from her body, Hermione could feel Draco looking at her, his eyes following her curves and imagining her most secret parts. In one smooth movement, Draco had removed her bra and pulled her to sit on his lap. As his lips kissed the skin under her ear, Hermione was wishing that she was anywhere but where she was. She wished that his lips weren't so soft and alluring. She wished that he wasn't so gentle and considerate. That her breasts didn't fit so perfectly in his hands. That his long fingers didn't know just where and how to touch her. She wished that she could stop wishing and just enjoy what was happening; because as much as she tried to ignore it, Hermione was feeling things she had never felt before- things she had to admit to herself that she liked.
Draco rolled her onto the bed and in a matter of seconds all of his clothes were off and he was pulling off her panties. When Hermione looked into his eyes and saw his silvery ones staring at her, she shut them tight, blocking out the look he was giving her. She turned her head to the side and felt him push in. She had expected a lot of pain, because she had built up a vision of him hurting her as much as possible.
Soon the hurt melted away and Hermione found herself moving in Draco's rhythm, spiraling into sensations she never imagined.
[Author's Note: Well there it is. The honeymoon night. I tried not to get too detailed or anything, because I wanted to respect the R rating. Whether you liked it or not, that's what I came up with. I want to thank all the great people who have left me comments and spent their time making me feel good about what I'm writing. In response to the people who want me to update with closer intervals, I have to say that I will try, but not to expect any promises. This story will have twelve chapters in it, and there might be a sequel if enough people ask for it. So congratulations! You've made it through half the story! Chapter seven is about the next morning and also features a shopping trip.]
