It's hot where I live, way too hot for the time of the year. I need autumn weather, pumpkin soup and leaves falling off the trees instead of men wearing shorts and short sleeves.
As a result, I'm raising up the heat. Use your Antartica ticket, the freezer or whatever you need to cool down. The heat is on. *Slytherin grin*
Btw, my Magzillasaurus did once more an amazing job at beta read!
Chapter Twelve
This time, their gathering place was at Blaise's Manor, his mother was living in Italy with her newest husband, the son losing count of which number he it was.
"Granger, tell me again, are these scallops an aphrodisiac?"
Shaking her head with a sigh, Hermione answered Pansy, lightly condescending, "Yes, they fit in the row like mussels and oysters." She pursed her lips naughtily, contemplating a lecture, "According to studies, they earned their reputation in Ancient Greece, and this has been confirmed by a recent Muggle study. It increases the levels of sexual hormones." Her lecture was for once not ignored, all very much interested in the subject.
"Harry, love, from now on, every Saturday night, it's scallops on the menu."
"Red, do you only shag your bloke on Saturday?"
"Blaise, no, during weekday's it's the short version. Saturday is more an elaborate session."
Harry cut his in two and fed it to Ginny, "Here, sweetie, we'll add an exceptional edition tonight."
Pansy scrapped the rest of her seafood into Ron's plate, "Darling, get used to the taste." He flushed but ate it meekly, while she eyed the progress, "The end justifies the means, Ron, I'll deal with the stinky business, one way or the other."
He shrugged, "It's food."
"Good boy, now eat it all up." She almost pat him in the head.
Hermione found the whole scene rather funny, suspecting that Ron didn't give a single care about sexually enticing food. By the multiple looks Ron gave to Pansy's cleavage, thinking he wasn't being watched, Hermione expected no problems on that front. A wiggle of her hips and Ron would follow Pansy like a puppy.
Draco evaluated the amount of seafood on both plates and divided it equally. His libido did not need a push, her choice of underwear worked just as nicely, as he discovered after their little encounter. Rilling her up was, however, pleasure-enhancing. "Granger, I believe in man and woman equality. I don't want you to feel mistreated."
"Do you know, Malfoy...for these to have their maximum effect, they should be consumed raw. Cooking destroys a little of their efficiency." She cut hers in two and munched on it with languid movements. "Hmm, de-li-ci-ous."
Blaise inquired, "Is it only seafood that works that way? Did your muggle study tell more?"
Daphne rolled her eyes, "Oh dear, are you concerned with your performance between the sheets? There are potions to help a wizard, you know? I heard my mum once tell her friends about it…"
It woke Pansy's curiosity, "Do tell… I bet you were eavesdropping."
"Pans, of course. Can you imagine my mother talking freely about my father's lack of performance in my presence?" All the purebloods laughed with the image.
"Granger, please lecture us for once, you have our permission." Pansy was being full Slytherin.
Hermione accepted the challenge, sitting comfortably, "Take notes, Parkinson. I guess the Wizarding world doesn't talk freely about such subjects."
"What do you mean?" Daphne was stunned.
"I haven't yet walked into a sex shop inside our community. Allow me to go naughtier, but a porn movie, does it ring a bell?" One was having fun, the majority was getting redder by the minute. No one, however, interrupted Hermione. "Is there such thing as wizarding porn magazines?"
Blaise cleared his throat, "Those we have...with moving pictures…" He spoke between coughing. Draco faced his plate, to admit he stole one or two from his father in his youth, was a step too far.
"Now, imagine a movie where nothing is left to the imagination."
Ron's mouth dropped, "Muggles have that?" Pansy smacked him in the head. He winced.
"Pansy, wrong move. My mother was very open with me about these things. One day she confessed that she and my dad played out one of those scenes. As she told me once that inside a healthy marriage, and with mutual consent, roleplay can spice things up." She grinned at the memory, "I have to admit, my mother might have been tipsy when she told me this. I didn't need the visual of my parents tumble between the sheets."
The chuckles were timid, purebloods and talk freely about sex was definitely another no-go. Muggles were the inferior species, my arse, thought Hermione.
As the bravest of all snakes, Pansy fished after more about those shops, "What do you find in those dot dot dot stores, Granger?"
"Dot dot dot? Shit, Pansy, it's sex stores, the word doesn't bite." By the look of things, even to Ginny, it seemed the case. "All sorts of really naughty lingerie, on a totally different level than Victoria's. What else? Ahum, sex toys for him and her, movies…"
The clinging of cutlery had stilled, the food was forgotten except for Ron, who kept eating until his plate was empty.
"Will you take us there?" Theo, who had been silent the whole time, adventured to request assistance.
"It's one thing is to talk about it, another to actually take you with me. I can show you where is one, but forgive me if shopping in your company is a step too far." It was Hermione's turn to blush. "I don't have the balls for that."
"We can go together, Theo" Luna suggested, "Hermione's mum said, with mutual consent, it's okay to roleplay. Expand our knowledge of human nature and its basest needs."
Blaise and Draco looked as slack-jawed as Theo did, none of the wizards expecting so much forwardness. "Hermione, what kind of roleplay is it? Do you perform it naked, the Wiccan way or...?"
"Luna, my mother didn't tell me the specifics, only mentioned it." A new sip from her water, to regain composure. "I'll point you out the location of the one I know, and the rest is up to you."
Pansy poked, "You know about that shoppe because you entered it, I presume? What did you buy?"
"Can we speak about something else? We should heat up the pie." Hermione felt in the hot seat, all of a sudden.
Draco sat the fork down, after his last bite, "Don't change the subject, now it's getting interesting. What did you buy at that place? A sexy bra?"
"No...wearing that kind of lingerie isn't rewarding without a partner." She kept busy with setting the pie dishes on the table and flicking her wand.
"Do tell?" Ginny was figuratively all ears. "Our question hasn't been answered yet."
"Love, what did you buy at that place?" Draco drew circles in Hermione's lower back, whispering in her ear, "Concerning a partner, you have that, one word from you and I'm at your service."
The audience felt shocked looking from one to the other, Draco and his offer a new revelation. He was unmistakably ready to skip everything and tackle the essential. She stammered, "I...oh god…"
Harry gave her the last nudge, "Where's your Gryffindor courage, Hermione?"
She squirmed, "Gawww," Draco's fingers kept rubbing, the tips caressing the curving edge of her arse. She flushed completely but confessed with a whisper, "I bought a little toy…"
"What does it do?" It wasn't clear if Pansy was asking it to mock or out of personal interest.
All pairs of eyes stared at Hermione only increasing her discomfort. She burst, "It buzzes alright? It's a little buzzing thing that vibrates." With a scrap of the chair, she left the table running down the hall.
Harry sighed, "We pushed her too far…"
"We didn't want to embarrass her, we were curious…" Pansy felt remorse, for it wasn't her intention at all. For a moment, she feared to look at Ron and see his reaction.
He surprised her, though, "I know, Park-Pansy. I guess the subject appeals to our curiosity and, while it wasn't our purpose, we upset her."
-oOo-
In the meantime, Draco caught up with her and pushed her into the nearest set of doors, a guest room by the looks of it. "Come here."
"Leave me alone, Malfoy."
"Call me Draco, Hermione. We're beyond that point." Neglecting her request, he brought her into the circle of his arms, pushing her head against his shoulder.
Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, fighting off the urge to cry.
He kissed the top of her head, his big hands soothing her back, "It was not our intent to make you uncomfortable. You were correct, talking about sex is probably a bigger taboo than speaking the name of Dark L-, I mean, Voldemort out loud." A new kiss in her hair, "You made us curious, and for me personally, I can't wait for you to guide me into one of those places and tell me all you know."
"I don't know all of it." It sounded muted, she spoke into his chest.
"But you know some, right?" He felt her nod. "Will you tell me what this friend of yours does?" Hermione hid her face deeper in the curve of his neck. "I want to know what it does, so I can give you the same pleasure." She moaned, his voice low and husky, "It buzzes you said?" A new nod, "Where does it touch you, when it vibrates?" He didn't rub her back anymore, he pressed her against his body, showing her exactly what their talk was doing to him.
Her hands snaked around his neck, pressing herself tighter against him. "Do you let it buzz here?" A feather-light touch of a thumb over her nipple. A gasp and a no were shaken. He walked them back to a large settee, sat down and pushed her into straddling his lap. His hands pushed the fabric of her skirt, until it draped primarily behind her back, legs almost exposed and her knickers visible. He pushed her arse into rubbing against him. Eyes never leaving hers for longer than a few seconds.
"To where do you bring your little friend?" His voice dropped a few octaves, "Show it to me." Hermione took his hand and guided it to her apex, directing his thumb to her nub. "It buzzes here?" A new nod, panting. Not needing more guidance, he gyrated the digit over the fabric, and she responded with the arching of her hips.
His free hand curved around her face and brought close enough to his mouth, lips demanding hers with fervour. The thumb snaked around her knickers and was applying the perfect pressure. She moaned into his mouth, hips jerking at each spark. "Open your blouse for me, I want to hide my face in your tits." Hermione followed promptly, revealing a flimsy sheer layer of lace covering her breasts, the nipples fully erect. Draco inhaled her perfume, a mix of flowers and something specific to Hermione. His tongue flicked between the valley.
She pushed off him, long enough to take her knickers off, the fabric frustrating her more than anything. Draco helped her return to her previous position but snaking his hand now in a way so that his other fingers could play with her entrance. A wet spot adorned his trousers, right where her core met his cock. "May I?"
Her nod came and immediately one finger sought entrance, followed by a second, snaking in and out of her soaking quim. She held him tighter, the jolts of electricity taking her senses away. He drank her in, how she blushed of arousal and how her breasts made him hungry for a taste. He pushed her blouse away, lowered the lace under her mounds and snaked his arm around her waist, to give him more grip. His lips latched on a perky nipple, and she screamed, head back. "Hermione, you're so beautiful…" He released her breast only long enough to utter the words that rose in him, seeing her surrender to his ministrations.
He increased the pace of his thrusting fingers, the pressure of his thumb circling around her clit and his teeth nibbled on a nipple between suckles. Hermione humped against him, overtaken by shockwave after shockwave. "Draco."
"That's it, love. Say my name, princess, say it."
Hermione's nails dug half-moons in his back, hips jerking erratically, mewling. Demanding his mouth in a heat-searing kiss, her tongue tasted his, passionately, moans consumed by him. "Draco...oh, god...Draco." She whispered into his lips, feeling the coil tighten in her belly, becoming too much. She tensed against him and fell over the edge with a cry when he rubbed her spongy spot inside.
He couldn't get enough of her, her pussy squeezing his fingers in a vice hold riding out every ripple, her arms crushing around his neck, while she kept whispering his name into her ear. "Fuck, you're beautiful Hermione." Her fire subdued; she sought support in his arms. Licking his fingers off, he encased her face in his hands and kissed her gently, thanking her for her trust in him.
She wasn't ready to hear the words, that much he knew. But her submission told him enough, she wasn't the type of woman for meaningless sex left and right. This happened because she accepted him as much as he did her, even if she wanted to wait for the blasted pageant before allowing anything else.
She wasn't the only one who submitted, not that she saw it that way. Never had he run after Pansy or other bints to comfort, to soothe. He was allergic to female whining, full stop. Hermione losing her wits brought out the side in him he only witnessed his father capable of if it was directed at his mother. Defend her, protect her, comfort her.
"You're…" Hermione spoke low, slowly coming back to the living world.
"Don't worry, it's not important."
"Draco, it is. You have to let me do for you, what you did for me."
"No, that's for another time." He didn't get enough of stroking her curly hair, so soft to touch.
"Please… I'll feel bad if I don't return the favour." Her hips undulated over his erection, still very much alive, despite his allegations. "Please…"
Lowering to the floor, she set her body between his legs, pushing a cushion under her knees for better comfort; she unhooked the belt, and pushed down the zipper. He stopped her movements until her pleading gaze met his. It became his turn to surrender, slamming his head back and, from under his lashes, watch her small hands uncover his cock from its tented confinement.
Tongue circled the head, testing the waters before she took him in as far as possible before the discomfort. Hermione pulled back, licked the trail of saliva from the top and dipped again, over and over, his hips rising in synch. A gentle hand shoved a bunch of tresses away, so he had the full view of her plump lips around his girth. Going down, she did it with her eyes closed, coming up was with her gaze fixed in his, reading the arousal in those grey orbs.
He rose his hips to shove the pants and trunks below the knees to give her full access, leading her free hand to his balls, invitingly. She took the clue and massaged one and the other, rubbing the spot right behind it. He grunted in approval, jerking his hips higher than desired. "Sorry, love." He wasn't far from the point of no return, panting and grunting, switching between watching the whole scene and slamming his head back in surrender.
Hermione tested her limits, relaxing her throat enough to take him fully in her hot mouth. "Fuck, Hermione...that feels...oh fuck." Three or four more dips and he spilt his seed with a growl. "Let me please…" She relented the control over to him, and he fucked her mouth while the hot spurts kept coming, Hermione swallowing all he had to offer. Now it was her who was in awe of him all flushed, the blond Adonis thoroughly satisfied thanks to her. She had never felt so feminine before as she did now.
Him, this pleased? Yes, she wanted to do it all over again. For the first time, she cursed the pageant, but luckily, it was their last official hurdle. Because unofficially, she knew what her heart wanted.
Someone that she never considered, in the first place. At all.