Chapter 7: Wedding Fabrics

Draco glanced across the carriage and smiled at Jessica and Hermione, they were cuddled together sleeping peacefully. They were almost to the Hall. Draco looked out the window to see his family's emblem shining on the gates as they passed. He smiled.

"Draco…" Hermione asked softly as she looked over at him. "Where are we?"

He chuckled. "We're at the Hall." Jessica woke up and the three of them waited for the carriage to stop. When it did they exited it and walked inside. "Don't worry about our things the house-elves will bring them in."

Hermione smiled, looking around. "This is the lesser estate, Drake?"

"Yeah, why don't you and Jessica relax in the sitting room, through that door, and I'll get some refreshments for us." Hermione and Jessica walked into the room as Draco walked towards the kitchen. Once inside he frowned, a house-elf should be in here waiting for something to do. Right as he was about to make a fuss, a house-elf opened the pantry door carrying a tray filled with appetizers. Next to her a tray floated with cider and three glasses.

"Oh, forgive me sir; I was trying to get everything ready for when you and your guests arrived. I am…" the house-elf stopped.

"I know you, Terra, it's alright. Follow me with your trays and you can serve us in the downstairs sitting room." They walked out of the kitchen. Draco couldn't help but smile, so his father had given him his old house-elf from the Manor; at least he knew he could trust this house-elf.

He walked in and sat down next to Hermione on a sofa. Jessica was sitting in an armchair. The house-elf served everyone and then went and stood in the corner. "Drake, that house-elf seems overly loyal to you…"

"Terra is a good house-elf; she'll always act as such unless told to do otherwise."

Hermione glanced over at the house-elf again. "I mentioned it because of my experience of Malfoy house-elves; Dobby comes to mind as dangerous."

Terra walked over slightly. "Forgive me, Mistress, but Dobby was a bad house-elf; too much Imp blood in his veins."

"Draco, aren't house-elves only suppose to speak when spoken to?" Jessica asked softly, confused.

"Yes, Jessica, but that only applies to bound house-elves, Terra is free."

Hermione gasped. "Free…?"

"Yes, Hermione, free; I freed her during my first year at Hogwarts. I bought her loyalties instead of demanding them."

"Because he did such, I serve him willingly. He is a good master; and from the look on your face, you will be a good mistress. If you need nothing else, sir, I will finish preparing your rooms."

"Of course, Terra."

"Draco, what are the room arrangements?" Hermione inquired.

Draco smiled. "Jessica has her own rooms on the second floor. I have the master bedroom on the third floor and it is up to you for your rooms Hermione. Your things are with mine but if you'd like your own rooms, Terra will prepare the guest rooms on the third floor."

Hermione blushed softly. "Your rooms are fine, Drake." Draco smiled and Jessica blushed as Terra vanished. They talked and laughed, and eventually, they all retired. They said good night to Jessica and than walked up to their room; hardly able to keep their hands off of the other's body.

As soon as they had even reached the door to the series of rooms Draco's bedroom consisted of, his once immaculate shirt had already been unbuttoned and slightly wrinkled due to much fondling on Hermione's part. Draco was working on pulling Hermione's shirt over her heart as they crashed against the door and Hermione clutched for the door-handle. She was able to open it and as they stumbled into the waiting room Draco pulled the Muggle shirt over her head; instantaneously lowering his succulent mouth to her bosom, sucking her peaked nipples right through her vibrant red silk bra.

Hermione moaned and cradled his lips to her before pulling his tucked in shirt from out of his slacks harshly and throwing it to the ground. Draco couldn't help but make a small growling noise at her wildness. Near-absently he reached behind her and unclipped the bra, tossing it to the ground as they continued farther in to deeper rooms, he was kicking the door shut behind them as they moved. She writhed as his hand wandered up her abdomen, holding her breast in his long, perfect hands, his thumb caressing the zenith of her nipple as his lips brushed along hers in erotic kisses.

Draco groaned as Hermione's delicate fingers brushed his erection on their way to the button of his slacks. Wantonly a hiss of breath escaped his lips and his hips bucked forward to be released and pleasured by her loving fingers. She complied by unbuttoning him and slipping her fingers in to caress his screaming organ through his satin black boxers. They were shocked to find that they were already in the lounge. Draco instantly steered them toward the bedroom, kissing her passionately whilst rubbing her through her jeans and moaning slightly as she caressed him.

They fell on to the bed almost without knowledge. Draco's masculine body pinning Hermione's down, both tenderly and overpoweringly. A look of love and huger was devouring her face and breasts and her stomach. He could she the scar of the abortion lining her abdomen. He bent and kissed it, nearly bringing tears to his once-Slytherin bias eyes. She groaned and her pelvis unintentionally motioned for his attention. His kisses instantly went to lining hem of her pants and she whimpered as his teeth started undoing the button and his fingers rubbed her harder through the thick fabric as he undid the zipper as well and started licking the edge of her panties. She moaned and squirmed out from her jeans and underwear, unable to stand his teasing any longer. Draco smiled at her in an 'Oh come on, I was having fun' kind of way and started to rub the outside of her wet and waiting vagina. She squirmed again and tried to force him to embed his fingers in her but he refused and leaned up to kiss her. As his lips settled down on hers he inserted his finger deeply into her throbbing want. She buck and he drove another one in, making sure she was ready as he pulled his own pants and boxers off and released his large straining penis.

He had gotten three fingers slotted into her when she began to shiver in pre-orgasm. He immediately exited his fingers and without thinking twice cast a lubrication spell and a contraceptive charm. A spell he had learned after the knowledge of the abortion. Then he pushed himself inside of Hermione. Moaning as her clamp pressed around him. And he swelled even farther and stretched her, so much so that she dug her nails into his shoulder blades, forcing him farther into her. Slowly he pulled out of her…almost reluctantly, but before either of them protested he inserted his shaft into her quivering hot box and began to move, back and forth till she was once again writhing beneath him and his cock was weeping with pre-cum and throbbing with anxiety with the upcoming release. Only moments apart they came and fell limp on the bed. Draco wrapped his arms around her as he tried to catch his breath and buried his lips against her neck, kissing and nibbling as she too caught her breath, heaving her chest and falling lightly to sleep.

Hermione awoke to see Draco looking at the invitation at the balcony door, he was grinning evilly. She sat up; keeping the sheet clutched at her chest, and sighed. "What is it Draco?"

He turned to her and came over to sit on the bed besides her. "We were both right, love. George and Fred are getting married on August 27th…"

Hermione laughed; "With each other or with someone else?"

Draco's eyes glimmered; "It doesn't say." Draco gazed out of the windows as Hermione took a quick shower and got dressed. "What will Jessica do if she is still here by then, love?"

Hermione frowned. "I'll ask Molly if she can come too; she, Molly, and Arthur have always gotten along." Draco nodded and got dressed himself, he had already taken a shower earlier that morning. "I'll write to tell them we're coming and to see if mom can come too."

"All right, sweetie, I'll tell Terra to make breakfast and then after we eat I'll take the three of us to get a few dress robes, and a few other robes for your mom so she is use to wearing them by the wedding day."

Jessica, Hermione, and Draco walked the streets of Wizarding London for an hour before Draco halted their progress by stopping outside of a clothing shop. He started to go in and so the two ladies followed curious as to what they would find within.

The store was separated into two main sections and those two were separated into four sections together: Men and Ladies, formal and informal. Draco led Jessica and Hermione into the ladies formal wear and sat down. They knew that he was waiting to see what they picked and so they started to look around.

"Can we help you ladies?" two young attendants asked as they approached.

"Um," Hermione started.

Draco smiled and turned to the attendants. "Gracie, Samantha…"

"Oh, hi Drake… are they with you?"

"Yes, this is Hermione and her mother, Jessica. Jessica needs one formal robe and undergarments; after she is finished we'll start on Hermione, if you don't mind?"

"Of course not, please have a seat, both of you." Jessica and Hermione sat down next to Draco and shared a look. "Now, Jessica… What kind of robes do you prefer?"

Jessica blushed and looked down, feeling for the entire world like a child. Draco answered, "Jessica is a Muggle, and she doesn't know what kinds of robes she'll feel comfortable in."

"Oh, well in that case it makes things for us easier. Do you have any colour preference for your robes?"

Jessica looked at them and replied; "I'll take your judgment, I'll be going to my friend's children's wedding." They just nodded and grinned as they walked off. "Was that right to say?"

Draco smirked. "Yeah, it just means that you should avoid black robes. Being a mother of a friend suggests that you should wear something like lilac or mauve. Hermione can wear black but she probably shouldn't, I will be wearing black but I'll have a special trim colour and so on. Formal Wizarding wear gets confusing."

They walked back with eighteen robes. "We picked lilac and jade in all robe styles. Lilac is a calming colour that symbolizes strength of character. Jade is a symbol of the saying 'more then meets the eye.' These are typical colours of a woman in your position in the wedding. We could have also brought out mauve but you don't seem the arrogant type, mauve symbolizes arrogance. So which colour would you like?"

Jessica looked at the colours for a few moments and then smiled. "I'd like the jade, if that is all right."

"Of course, Sammie will you put these back on the shelves?"

"Sure, sis… Why don't you take Jessica into the dressing room and have her try them on?"

Draco sighed. "She'll need the proper undergarments first, ladies."

"Yes, of course, I have them here." Gracie smiled. "If you'll follow me… When you try one on, you'll know if you like it and if it will be comfortable for you to wear at lengths, being that wizards usually charm their garments so that they can tell the comfort we use the charms as a normal thing. They are also triggered to magical assistance, this means that with just a wave of your hand the robes will settle on your body as they should. The undergarments are easy enough to understand. They're just like Muggle slacks and blouse."

Jessica tried on the loose robes first, to realize that she was fidgety and uncomfortable in them. That took away five of the nine styles out of choosing. Two of the remaining four were semi-loose and they were comfortable but Jessica felt like something was still missing. She put those two to the side and then donned one of the tight form-fitting robe-gowns. It felt so natural, like an extension of her very being. She took it off and put on the other one, not nearly as perfect. She grinned as she slipped on the other one and walked out into the room where Hermione and Draco were sitting.

"How do I look?" she inquired as Gracie and Sammie walked over to look at her.

Hermione's jaw had dropped when she had seen her mother. Draco smiled sweetly and answered, "You look astonishing, Jessica. You look natural in that robe."

Jessica smirked devilishly. "Well, like this colour, I have my own secrets; namely my mother was a witch and my father a wizard. I left the world completely when they disowned me for being a squib."

Sammie grinned. "While you are changing out of that, I'll fetch you some informal robes. I'll grab that style and a few semi-loose for you."

"Thank you, Sammie. Gracie, would you be so kind as to help me get a few sets of undergarments. I should still have enough gallons to buy a few."

Draco frowned. "No, Jessica; I'll buy you five sets of undergarments. Ten informal robes, and she'll take two formal robes of that style… do you want the other in a different colour?"

"Cerulean, if you have it."

Draco smiled. "Oh, hell, make it three; one black also, Gracie."

"Sure, Drake… Hermione, was it? What about you for your robes?"

"I'd like to try the lilac, Sammie, all styles. Then I'll choose a few different colours once I know what style is comfortable." Sammie smiled as she settled a cart of informal robes next to Draco and waved her hand. The lilac robes from earlier floated over and into the dressing room, Hermione right behind them with her own set of undergarments.

She tried on all of the robes and found that like her mother she was most comfortable in the tight robe-gowns. When she stepped out Draco's jaw opened slightly in a gape and Jessica just nodded, muttering; "Like mother, like daughter."

Hermione smiled and blushed. "Do you think I look okay, I mean, I've gotten use to the school robes but this feels so… natural… to wear."

Draco regained his composure and blushed. "Love, you look ravishing in that." He glanced at Jessica, who was chuckling. "What other colours would you like, love?"

Hermione looked around the store. "I'd like deep emerald, dark sapphire, black, shimmering ruby, and dazzling amethyst."

Gracie looked over at Draco who nodded agreement and then she whisked herself searching for the robes. Sammie walked over with a vast amount of undergarments and informal robes, mostly in the tight robe-dress style. "Drake, is that all for the ladies?"

"Yes, and now I need to get a few things. Ladies, would you join me or would you rather look around?"

Hermione stood and prepared to follow, as did Jessica. Sammie led them into the men's formal wear area and had both girls sit while she placed Draco on a platform. "What is your date wearing, Drake?"

He just turned to look at Hermione and asked, "Which robe are you wearing?"

She smiled. "Actually I think I'll wear the emerald one."

Gracie smiled and walked over with some black satin material. "How is this Drake?" He smiled and nodded his liking. Sammie, on the other hand, walked over with a dazzling silver silk fabric; to which Draco agreed to. "Sammie, could you get that in a pre-made shirt?"

"Sure, sis; do you still need any for his trim?"

"Yes," she replied as Sammie walked over to a section of racks. Gracie smiled as her sister walked over while she was sewing the satin into a pair of slacks. When they were done, they held them up to Draco.

"Perfect… give me a moment to put them on and then we'll work on the outer part." Draco grabbed both and walked into the dressing room. When he came out he frowned. "I seemed to have grown. I need a few inches more on the pants." Sammie smiled as her sister had Draco stand on the platform again. She knelt next to him and started to drop the seam. He stood patiently as she worked and when she pulled away he stepped down and walked around the platform before he stood on it again; "Fine."

Sammie smirked and pulled out some black velvet, draping it over Draco. "Now, hold still Drake." Sammie started to move about him her hands were tracing a design on the fabric, lightly dancing on his body. Hermione frowned. "Your shoulders are wider, Drake, and your waist is smaller. How am I to keep up with your insane growth and shifting weights if you only come in when you really need to?"

"I only come here when I need good robes, because you're way too expensive…"

Gracie started to follow her sister in letting her hands flow over his lithe body. Hermione thought it looked way to personal, but she held her tongue. "We'll have to adjust the arms slightly, Sammie, he's regained his muscle."

Sammie nodded as she ran her hands down his thighs and legs, coming extremely close to his groin on a few occasions. "Drake, you hips are wider and I would love to know how you are comfortable in those pants, they aren't giving your…ahem… much room." Sammie blushed deeply as he chuckled.

"Well, all of my pants seem to have shrunk in that fashion, Sammie, and so I'm use to the discomfort."

Gracie frowned and started to make several new pairs of slightly larger pants. "Here, Drake, try these on." He complied and smiled.

"They fit perfectly, Gracie."

She smiled and then went back in tracing his body over the velvet material. Slowly the fabric started to slither around Draco's body, winding around his every curve and yet it still gave enough room for movement. It halted its slow progress as it turned seamless. It had turned into a short-sleeved-top robe with a low collar. Hermione raised her eyes, as did Jessica; both of whom were curious to see what happened next.

Gracie reached for the silver silk and slowly started to place intricate designs all over the robe. When she finished, she stepped back to survey the new detail, she nodded. "What do you think so far, Draco?"

He turned around and smiled. "Another faultless job… but what, may I inquire, are you going to do about the far outer robe?"

Sammie grinned. "First off, we're going to take a satin emerald and make the outer robe a vest to show off both the silk sleeves of the undershirt and the velvet sleeves of the under-robe… Then we'll work on capes or cloaks for all three of you."

"I've a better idea, sis," Gracie started, "we should use the emerald and onyx satin; that way it blends more into the sleeves and the cloak." Draco smirked, agreeing. The fabric was adorned over him, like the previous fabric, and both ladies began the same type of hand-dance across his clothed skin.

Hermione watched as the fabric formed the vest-top and spanned down his body, buttons forming in slits newly made, that was the only seam. She gazed at it as the light shifted on it to reveal the snake-scale patter adorning the fabric. The ladies stepped away and he started to walk around. Hermione gasped, as did her mother, as the fabric seemed to emphasize his slithering-glide that he used as a walk. He looked absolutely scrumptious.

"Gracie, would you just take our measurements and make our cloaks and then bring them over to the Hall?"

"You want your cloaks black? And do you want some more formal and informal robes made for you?"

"Yes, black cloaks and ten informal…three black formal with a few more of these silk tops."

"Need a few more under-slacks?"

"Please," he said as he looked at all of their things. "Could we use your fireplace?"

"Sure, and don't worry about any of your ordered things… I'll have them to the Hall by the end of the week. Go get out of those robes so as I can size them and make you a few more. Sammie, could you size the ladies for me?"

"Sure sis…" as she did as told, Hermione watched as Gracie ran her hands across Draco's shoulders and back. Then her hands travelled down his sides to his shins and she smiled. "Practically the same size cloak, Drake, I'm impressed."

"Thanks, Gracie, Sammie; I'll see you guys in a few days…" He shrunk all of their things and walked over to the fire. He grabbed some Floo powder and turned to the girls. "Step into the fire and call out clearly Dragon's Den and you'll be transported to the first-floor state room. I'll see you there." He stepped into the fire and smiled. "Dragon's Den!" he cried as he disappeared in a mound of green fire. Hermione and Jessica followed.

Jessica and Terra took her things to her room and sorted them out in the closet, leaving Hermione and Draco alone. "Draco," Hermione's voice inquired sternly.

"Yes, love?"

She took a deep breath. "Why were those two attendants groping you and how did you know them so well?"

Draco chuckled. "The groping thing was an accident, Hermione, if I went in more they wouldn't have had to do that… It is part of making the most comfortable wear for the wizard, strictly professional. The reason I know them is because Sammie and Gracie are the daughters of my aunt on my mother's side. We're family, even if a strange family." Hermione laughed and took their things up to their room to be sorted out.