Chap. 7 The Ball Part II
The Malfoy's, the Black's, Hermione and Uncle Jack, of course, were all sitting around a very large table, engulfing them selves in delicacies such as Raspberry Chocolate Cheesecake, Tiramisu, and Lemon Crème Cake. Much wine was also on the list.
Draco poured himself a liberal glass of red wine, handing the bottle to Hermione. She shook her head discreetly.
'Hermione, it's a special family occasion…indulge yourself once in awhile.' He told her.
She nodded and poured herself a small glass.
Hermione and Draco were surrounded by talk, the adults began to ask Draco questions.
'So, Draco, now that your father has passed on, what do you plan on doing with yourself? And the Manor? I assume he left it all in your name?' Aunt Cheryl asked.
'Even the Malfoy riches?' Beau asked.
'Yes, whatever Lucius once had reign over.' Cheryl told her, now jealous, son.
Everyone looked at Draco waiting for an answer.
'Well, I am keeping the Manor in the family.' He told them, 'I am not selling it or anything foolish like that.'
'Good choice.' Uncle Jack said.
Draco nodded to him.
'I think I might be interested in trying out for an professional quidditch team even.' Draco said.
'What?' Bella asked, 'Why would you do something so childish as that? You are set for life, Draco. Your father left you a lot of money.'
'I know, Aunt Bella, but I still want to do something with my life.' Draco said annoyed.
Aunt Bella laughed rudely.
'Dear, dear, Draco…playing a little boy's game where you fly around on sticks chasing little balls is not "doing something" with your life.' She told him.
'Actually,' Hermione spoke up, 'there are many professional teams and the players, especially seekers, make a lot of money and live a fabulous life doing what they love. How is that not "doing something"?'
Bella raised her eyebrow at Hermione.
'Miss Granger, just because you are best friends with a satisfactory seeker named Harry Potter,' (relatives gasp and talk amongst themselves), 'does not mean you know what a fulfilled life imparts.'
'A fulfilled life is one in which you have led a noble life, doing what you love and living in the company of whom you love.' Hermione said sternly. 'And I believe Draco is well on his way to living that life.'
'You are young and naïve. A fulfilled life is one when a person dedicates his or her life to a certain source of power, consisting of one's own power, a specific type of power, or dedicating their life to supporting someone else's power…that life can be considered fulfilled once that person has fully given their life to enhance that chosen power. It has nothing to do with love. Love is something that may happen on the way, but it should never take precedence over dedication to enhancing power. Power is what keeps our world alive.'
'I would have to disagree, Bella.' Narcissa said timidly.
'Excuse me? To what reason would beckon you to disagree with me, Cissa?' Bella asked.
'Well, what you said about a fulfilled life is exactly what my Lucius believed.'
'Yes, and Lucius was a great wizard.'
'Yes, he was, but I wish he would have learned to love while he led his life.'
Draco watched his mother closely. He couldn't believe she was speaking up against her sister, admitting Lucius should have loved more.
'Love? Lucius loved.'
'He loved the dark lord.' Narcissa stated, 'But his love for his own family died as his life went on.'
Draco smiled at his mother.
'I have no doubt that Lucius loved you and Draco.'
'He loved the idea of "having" me.' Narcissa said bravely, 'And toward, Draco, he loved that Draco was his only son, his heir. He loved the idea of Draco taking over as a faithful leader of the dark lord, which of course will not happen now.'
'Why not?' Bella asked. 'He has the mark does he not?'
A relative of Draco's, a strong uncle of some sort, turned to Draco and lifted his sleeve. The dark mark was still evidently branded into his soft skin.
'Narcissa, what are you talking about? Draco has the mark.' Bella said.
'But the dark lord, he is dead.'
'His memory still presses on and those who once followed him still do and others will rise.'
'Well, my son may choose whatever path in life he wants. His father is not here any longer to dictate his life. If Draco wants to dedicate his life to a memory…I suppose he can, but if he wants to dedicate his life to a game he loves, he may do that too.'
Hermione smiled brightly and held Draco's hand under the table.
There was silence in the room. Then Bella spoke again.
'How dare you speak of your own husband in such a derogatory way! You act as if he was wrong to lead the life he did. You are foolish Narcissa if you regret choices you made while he lived.'
'What choices?'
'You son being entered into the realm of the dark side, the powerful side.'
'My mother didn't choose that for me.' Draco stated. 'My father did. He brought me to the meeting, not allowing my mother or myself even think about not being part of that side.'
'I think that school has warped your mind, Draco!' Bella shouted, 'Or is it this muggle girlfriend of yours?'
Draco stood up from his seat violently.
'Hermione is a brilliant witch, the smartest in our day. And you will not speak down to her.' He spoke harshly.
'Draco, sit down dear.' Narcissa said quietly.
'No, mother. This is our home and she will not address us so negatively as she has been.' He stated firmly. 'Bella, you can either stop informing my mother about how she "ruined" her life and stop critiquing my fiancée, or you can leave my house.'
Bella narrowed her eyes at her nephew. She stood up and left quickly, shoving a house elf, handing her her coat, as she walked from the room.
The Malfoy Manor's front door closed with a loud slam.
'Draco, she is your aunt and you should have treated her with a little more respect.' Narcissa scolded softly.
'Oh, Narcissa, he was protecting his, and your, honor! He was right to do what he did.' Uncle Jack said with a grin.
'Yes, and she will not talk to Hermione like that. Only I am allowed to do that.' Draco said smiling at Hermione.
'Are you really best friends with Harry Potter?' Cheryl asked Hermione.
'Yes, Harry is a very good friend of mine.' She answered.
'Oh. I heard he's mad.' Cheryl said.
'Read it in The Daily Prophet we did.' Beau spoke.
'Yes, well, whatever you read was most likely written by Rita Skeeter and she's a liar.' Hermione said boldly.
'Oh.' Cheryl simply responded.
'Mother, you will excuse Hermione and myself won't you? I think we'll take a walk outside.' Draco said.
'Go ahead, darling.' Narcissa said waving him off with a smile.
Draco turned to leave with Hermione.
As he walked past Uncle Jack he said, 'Don't leave without saying goodbye.'
'Wouldn't think of it.' Jack said with a wink.
Draco and Hermione stepped out of the Malfoy Manor. They saw Bellatrix's carriage drive away.
'She was awful, I'm sorry she said those things, Hermione.' Draco said.
'No, Draco, I was beginning to wonder when the insults were going to come. Don't worry, I was expecting it so it didn't hurt as much. Besides, I am very proud and impressed by you and your mother.'
'I couldn't believe mum spoke up.' Draco said astonished.
'Neither could I. Especially what she said about your father.'
'I never thought in my life that she would admit that father didn't love us any longer.'
Hermione slid her arm around Draco's waist and leaned against his shoulder as they walked.
Draco took her around the house where a fabulous garden lay. Willow branches (safe ones) as big as giant trolls filled the yard.
'I like it back here.' Hermione commented. 'The trees are lovely.'
'Yes, and they aren't bewitched like that bloody whomping willow.' Draco said with a grin.
'I hate that willow at Hogwarts…bloody thing attacked Harry and me once.'
'Really? When? How?'
'Third year, it grabbed me and swung me around. I then grabbed Harry so we both were being swung around. Then that overgrown scrub threw us into a hole. Quite awful really.'
Draco laughed.
'I did not know that. The thing never touched me. I threatened to use it to warm up the Slytherin common room if he did.'
Hermione laughed.
'I should have tried that.'
'You aren't nearly scary enough. It never would have took you seriously.'
'I don't know, you looked pretty frightened when I threatened to curse you.'
'No I wasn't scared. I just didn't want you to scar my face. So I pretended to be frightened so you would pity me, it worked you didn't curse me.'
'No, that's true,' She said with a playful shrug. 'I punched you.'
Draco cringed.
'I'll always have that against you.' Hermione said with a smile. 'If you ever do anything to me later on that I don't like I can just threaten to punch you.'
'Or deny me sex.' Draco suggested.
Hermione laughed.
'No, because that would be punishing myself also.'
After an hour or so, Hermione and Draco decided to go back inside. They walked into the dining room, no one was there. They then walked in to the ballroom, still no one. Draco heard voices coming from the library. He and Hermione walked there, to see who was left.
'Oh good, Uncle Jack! You didn't leave.' Draco said walking in, Hermione in hand.
'No, but your mother has been telling me a fascinating story about when she observed you and your fiancée in here.'
'What?' Draco asked in a frightened tone, 'What do you mean?'
'Draco, don't be mad. I didn't mean to spy.' Narcissa said.
'Me mad? You aren't mad? I'm just shocked, I can't believe you watched, mother!' Draco exclaimed. He then turned to Hermione whom was a shade of white. 'I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't know she was there I swear.'
Hermione just covered her face in her hands.
Uncle Jack and Narcissa looked at Draco and Hermione in wonder and confusion.
'Why are you fretting so?' Jack asked, 'Is it really that embarrassing having your mother listen to you and your fiancée say that you love each other?'
'What? Say?' Draco asked quickly.
'Yes, Draco, I heard you and Hermione talk about your love for each other. That's what made me realize Hermione wasn't so bad after all.' Narcissa said with a smile.
Hermione suddenly gasped in relief.
'Oh…' Draco breathed.
'What did you think I was talking about?' Narcissa asked.
'Nothing, I was confused.' Draco said rapidly, slowing making his way back toward the door.
Uncle Jack laughed loudly.
'What did you think your mother caught you and Hermione doing in here!' He asked with a wide grin.
Draco reddened.
'Nothing, never mind.'
'Draco…' Narcissa sighed disappointedly.
'What?' Draco asked, playing naïve.
'This is why it is smart of Hermione to leave tonight.' Narcissa said.
'Actually, mother…' Draco began.
'Draco, I thought we all agreed she was going home after the ball?' Narcissa asked. Then she turned to Hermione, 'Isn't that what you wanted dear?'
'Well, yes, but I agreed to stay one more night.'
'Oh, Draco didn't bribe you did he?'
'Well, no…not really.' Hermione said hesitantly.
'Not really? What did he do?'
'Oh I just said that I'd go home tomorrow instead of tonight if he played the piano for me.'
Narcissa hit Draco softly in the arm.
'You should just want to play for her, instead of making her pay you, in a sense, to play.' Narcissa scolded.
'Uncle Jack, a little help!' Draco pleaded.
Uncle Jack shook his head with a smirk.
'Don't drag me into this little spat!' Jack cried.
Hermione laughed.
'I hope you aren't upset, Narcissa, about me staying one more night.' Hermione said hesitantly.
'Well, no, I suppose not. It's Draco's manor anyway, not mine.'
'Well, with that said, Hermione, shall we go get out of these dress clothes?' Draco asked.
'Sure.'
Draco turned to Uncle Jack.
'Will you be leaving soon, or are you sticking around longer?'
'No, I think I'll be heading off pretty soon.' He told Draco.
Draco walked over to him and shook his hand sincerely.
'It was nice seeing you again, Uncle Jack. You really should make it a habit to come around more often.' Draco said with a grin.
'I'll try now that Lucius won't be after me with his cane.' Jack said jokingly.
Only Draco knew how true those words could be.
'It was really nice meeting you, Jack.' Hermione said to him, also shaking his hand.
'And you also. You are by far the most wonderful girl I've seen Draco with, and the prettiest, if I'm not too bold.' Jack said with a smile, 'Make sure you keep Draco acting the way he is…he's doing pretty good right now.'
'Thanks.' Draco said sarcastically.
'I'll try.' Hermione reassured him.
Draco and Hermione then left the library and head upstairs.
Hermione and Draco walked into his room.
'Was that horrible?' Draco asked her.
'Not horrible, I was glad to meet Uncle Jack.'
Draco took off his jacket and began to take off his tie. He looked out his window.
'It's dark already, you should probably owl your parents and tell them you aren't coming home until tomorrow.'
Hermione nodded and went to Draco's desk.
'Can I use some paper?' She asked.
'Sure, what ever you need.' He told her.
She wrote a quick letter, basically saying the ball went late so she wouldn't be home until tomorrow. Draco was waiting with his owl Demon when she was done. His bird took the letter and flew off.
'I'm going to go put my dress away, I'll be back.' She told him getting up from the desk.
He nodded and continued undressing.
Hermione went to her room and removed her dress and hung it nicely in the closet. She took off her bra and put on a teal built-in bra tank top and white pajama shorts. She also slipped on some white fuzzy slippers.
She then skipped back over to Draco's room.
Draco was sitting on his floor looking through a picture album.
'What are you doing baby?' She asked him.
'Just looking at pictures of Uncle Jack from years ago.' He told her.
She sat down next to him. Then he quickly closed the album.
'Eh, eh, eh don't forget what you promised me down stairs.' He said teasingly.
'That I would stay one more night?' She asked pretending to play innocent.
'And?'
'And we'd stay up and talk all night!' She said with a smirk.
'We were going to play a little game. Now get up on my bed.' He ordered her.
She laughed, jumped up and ran over to the bed and hopped up in it.
'Okay, now jump up and down on the bed while I finish taking this suit off.'
'What? Why?'
'No questions, slave, just do what I say.' He demanded with a smirk.
She slothfully stood atop his bed and began to jump up and down. She sang as she did so.
'Oh! Pret-ty ba-by! Don't bring me down, I pray, oh pret-ty ba-by! Now that I've found this day, so let me love you, ba-by, just let me love youuuuuu!'
Draco laughed as he took off his white dress suit and hung it up.
Hermione kept jumping, but paused from singing.
'Out of breath?' He asked her.
She laughed hoarsely and took a deep breath.
'I love you ba-by and if it's quite all right, I need you ba-by to warm a lonely night. I love you ba-by, trust in me when I say: Oh pret-ty ba-by don't bring me down, I pray. Oh pret-ty ba-by! Now that I've found this day, so let me love you ba-by. Let me love youuuu!'
Draco was now in a beater and removing his pants, still laughing at Hermione's screeching.
'You're crazy.' Draco said with a laugh.
'Cra-zy! Crazy for feelings so lonely! Crazy for trying and crazy for crying, and crazing for loving youuuu!' She sang loudly, still jumping.
'What the fuck was that?'
'A song.'
'It's dumb.'
'It's country.'
'Like I said, dumb.' He said, standing in a white beater and black boxers, taking off his socks now.
He continued to watch her jump. She then grinned and covered up her chest with her arms.
'Hey slave! You can't do that!' He cried.
'Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?' Then she grinned again and AGAIN broke out in song, 'What's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love? Than a second hand emoooootion!'
Draco shook his head and yelled in frustration and then ran over to the bed. Hermione screamed in laughter and panic as Draco jumped onto the bed and took her down by her legs.
'Ahhh! Dracoooo!' She cried giggling.
She was writhing underneath him, laughing as she was trying to get herself out of his grip.
'You're not going anywhere!' He chuckled as he began to kiss her frivolously along her neck and shoulders.
She laughed as he tickled her with his mouth.
'Dracooo! Stop!' She shouted, laughing uncontrollably.
He did stop. All that was heard was Hermione's heavy breathing.
'You're very playful tonight.' She said breathlessly.
'Fine, I'll stop.' He said.
'No, I was NOT complaining!'
He smiled and pushed his lips on top of hers. He kissed her sweetly but then licked her lips, asking her entrance. She wasn't going to deny him. His tongue slipped in and she fought him for dominance. She moaned as Draco kissed harder and harder. His tongue danced in her mouth, flicking her tongue continuously. Hermione gasped as she tried to breathe, but she didn't want him to stop. He began to lift away from her, to let her breath, but she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him back down. He smiled into the passionate kiss his gave her.
Hermione slid her hands down to the bottom of his shirt and began to tug it upwards.
'No, no, little slave…I make the rules here.' He grinned.
She pouted beneath him.
'Now go up against the head board and grab it.'
She obeyed. Draco went to his desk and grabbed his wand. He put a charm on her so her hands were bound to the board, so she couldn't move them.
'Ooh…Draco is playing naughty…' She giggled.
'I'm going to make you suffer.' He told her tossing his wand behind him.
'How so?' She asked.
'You'll see,' He said in a sing-song voice.
He locked his door, and the door adjacent to Hermione's room.
He then walked over to the bed and crawled near her.
He straddled her, so his chest was a few inches from her face. He slowly removed his beater, his muscles rippling in front of her face.
She moved to touch his chest, but she couldn't. She looked up to her bound hands.
'Oh you're cruel.' She said, cringing at him.
'You just wait…'
He then leaned forward and began kissing her softly. His hand trailed down her body slowly, lingering at her chest. Hermione moaned into his kiss, tilting her body upward, more toward his hand. His hand went to her waist and sat there as he continued to kiss her. She then felt Draco's hand play with her short lining. He began to pull down her pajama shorts, moving his lips from her lips, down to her hipbones.
'Oohhh…' Hermione moaned, closing her eyes and thrusting her pelvis towards his mouth.
She tried with all her might to pull her hands down to touch him, but she still couldn't. Draco then fully removed her shorts and put them next to his beater. He slowly pulled off her underwear, then removed his boxers.
He went back to her mouth and kissed her. He moved his mouth to her ear.
'Now you'll really suffer…' he whispered.
He spread her legs and set himself comfortably in between her. He then plunged himself into her. She moaned in pleasure, feeling Draco's erection push into her. She slid her legs up around his waist as he pumped harder. She suddenly felt the involuntary urge to rub her fingers through his hair…but she again couldn't.
'Ohh no no no no…' She cried loudly.
'No?' He asked incredulously.
'I mean, I mean yes, but please let my hands free!' She begged.
Draco pulled halfway out of her, but then pushed in quickly.
'No.' He told her.
He moved in and out of her ferociously, loving every minute of his slave's torture.
Although she couldn't run her fingers through her lover's hair, she was being pleasured like nothing else. She cried his name a few times and moaned a lot, but don't let that fool you, Draco moaned and groaned just as much as he relieved himself, and released his fluids into her.
They both reached their peaks and orgasmed in perfection together.
Both were sweaty and exhausted. Draco removed the charm from Hermione's hands and she leaned against Draco, running her fingers through his blonde tresses. She kissed his face abundantly.
'He he, I liked being your slave.' She told him girlishly.
He smiled and brushed her hair from her face, then kissed her sweetly.
'You know it's going to be a really long, boring, insufferable time until spring…' Draco groaned.
'You'll be fine, Draco. I'll miss seeing your face in the morning, but it's okay. We can do it. We're strong and you'll have tons of fun hanging with Blaise, probably.'
'No, he's got Lavender…'
'But you are his best friend. Just don't party too hard.'
'You better not run off with Harry.' Draco joked.
She winked at her fiancée and smiled.
'You're the only guy I'd run off with.'
'That's right, slave.' He told her, 'And that's how it should be.'
'You know, Draco, I am not going to be your submissive little slave every night. This was a one-time thing.'
'One time?'
'Okay, this was a special occasion.'
'Special occasions come around every once in awhile though, right?' He asked hopefully.
'If you're a good boy.'
'I'm never a good boy.'