Chapter 17

Yes, Daddy

     Draco and Hermione were in the middle of a very hot makeout session in his bed that was soon about to turn into something similar to what had happened last night right when they heard footsteps down the hall. There was the unmistakable dreary voice of the so familiar…

     "Mr. Malfoy? Are you there?" she said as she came closer and closer to his room.

     Hermione and Draco looked at each other and whispered "McGonagall," in shock. They quickly skirmished out of the bed and tried to come up with a decent excuse as their Professor walked into the door. She quickly pushed him back into his bed and under the covers.

     "Ms. Granger wasn't in her bed…" she said while waling into the room. When her eyes fell upon the young woman, a look of distress surrounded her face. "Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, explain. And this better be good."

     "Professor, I hope you are not suggesting that anything fowl is going on here," responded Hermione in the most innocent tone she could and looked at McGonagall in a confident tone, "Mr. Malfoy was simply feeling sick and I heard him crying down the hall from my dormitory because he couldn't open his bottle of medicine and I leaped out of bed. I came to see what the matter was and helped him out. I told him that he should stay in bed for a few days because it didn't look good. It's a muggle disease called pneumonia and if not treated the proper way it could be deadly," finished Hermione in a matter-of-fact tone.

     "New…what?" asked McGonagall puzzled while Draco forced out a few fake coughs and bit on his tongue to try and look really sick.

     "Pneumonia."

     "Well, in that case Ms. Granger, I will send Mr. Malfoy down to Madam Pomfrey to have him checked out. We can't have our students dropping dead around school. It would ruin our reputation," she said with a little smirk on her face.

     "Oh, it probably would be right to do so, but I don't believe Madam Pomfrey is familiar with Muggle sicknesses. In my opinion it would be better to just let him stay here in bed, and I'll owl my parents to send us some of the right medicine. He'll be up in no time."

     "Alright, but I insist that you stay here and take care of him until the end of the week. I sincerely hope that you two return without any missing limbs to class on Monday…"

     Hermione and Draco exchanged intimidating looks for the show and made sure that McGonagall noticed. "I better be on my way. Ms. Granger, you are excused from classes this week."

     "At least I'll have a lot of time to keep up with the class work. I can even read a few extra books on potion making on the side. I understand that Mr. Malfoy is a very good Potions student. We might do something together, if he is feeling up to it of course, and then I will read Transfiguration Today and …" Well, I sounded pathetic enough there. Good!

     "Ms. Granger, that will be wonderful…but I really need to go," she stepped into the doorway and turned around as she was about to open the door, "If anything happens to either of you, you will both be in detention every night for the rest of the month! You can bet I'll keep my word," and she closed the door behind her back.

     Draco rose up on his elbows and clapped at Hermione. "Very well done, Ms. Granger," he said looking devilishly, "It's the two of us alone for an entire week, with no disruptions…" he got up slowly from the bed and walked towards her, "What will we ever do with all that time on our hands…" he whispered seductively and brought his face down to hers, while wrapping his arms around her waist, "I might have a few ideas…" he said and a large grin appeared across his face.

      "Well, I don't see why not, having sex for a week will be very good for us…especially the ones that haven't done better than Pansy Parkinson in the past month…"

     "Aww, that hurts. That was hitting below the belt," said Draco and they laughed all the way to their Common Room.

     They were about to get seated and have some breakfast, but Hermione suggested that they go and put some clothes on before that.

      Minutes later, she emerged from her room with a pair of very low, grey sweatpants that showed her stomach and a nice baby blue tank top with a built-in pushup bra. Draco on the other hand was dressed in a pair of black baggy shorts that hung low on his hips and he had chosen not to wear a shirt.

     "Tsk tsk, Ms. Granger," Draco shook his head at her, "what are you dressed for? A workout?"

     Hermione looked a little confused, "If I'm going to be here all day, I might as well be comfortable."

     "Well, If I'm going to have to look at you all day, you might as well put something else on," he said with sarcasm in his voice.

     He went over to her and picked her up as he would carry a bride. "Now, leave this issue to Daddy. I'll take care of everything."

     "Alright, Daddy," she whispered hoarsely into his ear and started nibbling on it as he walked towards her room.

     When they got there, he laid her down on her bed and moved towards her closet. He seemed to be in deep thought as he looked through everything in there. After a while he found her lingerie drawer and seemed to take a particular interest in that.

     Finally he found what he was looking for. It was a navy blue slip with lace green flowers embroidered on it. It had no straps. The lace cupped her breasts and there was a cut down about three inches in between them. Another trail of lace ran down from her back, across her stomach and to the side of her opposite leg. The bottom was uneven, with one side the lace starting up on her hip to the other side which was a few inches lower.

Draco just held up that piece of lingerie as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Hermione couldn't help but smirk as naughty thoughts ran through her head. He stood up and walked over to her.

"This is what you will wear today. Does Daddy make himself clear?"

"Yes, Daddy, but I'm a little tired. Why don't you put it on me?" Hermione said and gave him the hottest look he had ever seen. I don't know who is going to enjoy this more… she thought.

He came closer to her and leaned over her beautiful body. Draco reached down and loosened the ties on her sweatpants and then wiggled them off. To his surprise, he saw that she was wearing an extremely low, bright red G-string.

Awesome, as if I wasn't drooling already... "Well, well, look at what Little Miss Perfect is wearing. I am not sure exactly how you keep up this good girl reputation at school while you are a devil in bed…"

He hummed to himself "We want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed…"

Draco got up onto the bed and straddled her around her waist. He pulled her tank top gently over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Then he dressed her in the sexy lingerie. She was so beautiful. He had never seen anything better than this, and man, did it turn him on.

He started down at her as a thought entered his head and he smirked mischievously. "No, no, we can't have that." He said and shook his head.

"What, daddy?"

     "The colors here clash," he said as he pulled off her thong, "and anyways, I like you better like this."

     "Well, any guy in their right mind would. And, Draco…while you're down there…" Hermione didn't even need to finish the sentence before he got the idea and spread her legs apart.

     She started to moan with the first few strokes of his tongue on her clit.

     "Oh, Daddy, yes…"

He twisted and twirled his tongue in ways unimaginable…

"Ahhh, Ahhh…"

He kept on teasing her and made her beg for it...

"Oh, fuck man, use your fingers!!" she screamed.

He inserted two fingers into her tight pussy and kept on devouring her.

Her breaths became shallow. "Yes, Daddy…" as she orgasmed and quivered underneath him.

Draco couldn't believe he could do that to her. She was different than any other girl. She was smart, beautiful, every man wanted her. She could give him something more than the occasional fuck. She was someone he could pour his heart into and she wouldn't think any less of him. They always seemed to be playing games. They even had cute pet names for each other. Being with her didn't give him a headache, unlike with most other girls. He wanted her to be with him, and now he finally had her.

     He watched her as her breathing became rhythmic once again and she sat up. Hermione kissed him and said playfully, "Thank you, Daddy."

     She pushed him down onto the bed and said, "and now for desert…" with an evil expression on her face as she undid his shorts.

Hey guys!
I hope this wasn't too bad! I wanted to update fast, cause last time I kept you waiting for a few months. You should check out my other stories. They are pretty cool, and I will be updating them shortly.

Hope you like this!

Lana,

Dream-Siren