Chapter 14 The Letters 2
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"The believer is happy. The doubter is wise."
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Draco and Hermione stepped into their rooms. He gently planted a kiss on the back of her neck and she shivered.
"You know, I've been feeling a bit neglected these past few weeks." He mumbled reaching to unclasp her simple black robe. Beneath she wore only a pair of muggle bicycle shorts and a spaghetti strap top.
"Have you, now?" Her voice quavered a bit as his hands ran down her sides. Her breath hitched and she leaned into him closing her eyes when his hands found her breasts. He gently pinched her erect nipples and rubbed the soft mounds. He lifted her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra eager to lead her to bed.
"Impatient today aren't we?" Her voice was sensual and incredibly erotic to his ears. He groaned softly and kneaded her now bare breasts.
"Much better." He mumbled letting his hands take on a mind of their own. They spun her around and traveled down her sides to rest on her hips allowing Draco access to her nipples with his mouth. He planted a small kiss on each then moved to his target on the right. She gasped as his tongue made slow circles around her peak occasionally flicking over the nub. He moved his ministrations to the other side and repeated the actions. When he pulled back, Hermione immediately attacked his shirt ripping it open in anticipation.
"Now, who's impatient?" He smirked and she kissed him fervently on the mouth. Her hands wandered to his trousers and she silently thanked Merlin he had decided not to wear a cloak that day. His pants polled around his ankles and she stroked him through his crimson boxers.
"You know how much it turns me on when you wear red." She murmured licking his earlobe in approval.
"How about we move this to a more...appropriate place?" They stumbled into the bedroom falling into a heap on the bad. Draco found that his boxers had disappeared and he feared he may never see that particular pair again. His thoughts vanished, however, when she resumed her previous actions. He pushed her back fearing he would come too soon for his liking and tore her shorts off.
Draco smiled when he noticed her knickers of lack there of. "Well, somebody thought of everything."
"Shut up." She pulled him back on top of her and kissed him hard. His fingers made their way to her womanhood and rubbed her sensitive nub. She moaned and pressed her hips into his hand. He rubbed for a moment longer before letting his fingers enter her wet clit. He pushed one in then two before pumping them rhythmically in and out. When he sensed she was close to the edge, he pulled them out completely and positioned himself above her opening.
Hermione moaned in frustration when he removed his fingers but gasped as he lowered his shaft into her in their place. She grabbed his shoulders and the set a rhythm; her hips raised up to meet him every time he pushed in and out. Draco pumped in and out faster and harder until Hermione screamed his name and writhed beneath him. He gave a few more thrusts then groaned as his seed spilled into her. He finished then pulled out of her completely.
"That was good." She whispered licking her lips. Draco kissed her then stood up. He grabbed his wand then muttered a cleaning charm. He gathered his clothes and put them back on. Hermione sat up; her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Where are you going?"
"I have a quidditch game today against Hufflepuff." He grabbed his green quidditch robes from the closet.
"Oh, I'll see you when you get back then." She smiled. Draco had agreed not to make her go to any quidditch games this year and as a result, he just didn't tell her if he had one or not. Nice to not deal with the sport but bloody inconvenient for making plans. Hermione rolled out of bed and followed Draco's example by putting her clothes back on.
"What will you do?" He asked clasping his robes.
"Oh, I don't know, I suppose I should write a thank you to Annacious. I never got around to it this week." He nodded and kissed her one last time before leaving the room. Hermione heard the door open and close in the common room before going in herself. She sat at the desk drumming her fingers. She sighed then scribbled a note to her uncle.
Annacious,
I know we weren't on the best of terms this summer but I want to thank you for telling me about my mother's hand maiden. I do believe I will contact her sometime. It was peasant to here from you and I wish to remain in contact.
Best Wishes,
Hermione Malfoy
Hermione sent the letter then returned to her room. Pulling out another piece of parchment, she wrote a second letter. This one was to one 'Proserpina Pallin'. Hermione was curious as to why nobody had ever mentioned her when speaking about her mother. If they were so close, someone should have remembered her.
Dear Ms. Pallin,
My name is Hermione Malfoy and I have learned from a most reliable source that you were in close contact with my mother, Minia Cartier, leading up to the time of her mysterious death. I would consider it a great honor if you would join me for lunch a week from Saturday on November 3. Please send a reply to me or my husband. I would truly appreciate the opportunity to meet with someone who knew my mother as well as you seem to have.
Thank you,
Hermione Malfoy
Hermione sent this one also then returned to her rooms to read until Draco got back.
Draco entered their rooms smiling. Hermione smiled back, "I take it you won."
"Yes I did." He kissed her and rubbed her stomach reminding Hermione of something important.
"Oh, Madame Pomfrey gave us the option to find out the sex of the baby. I wanted to ask you before I made a decision." Draco thought for a moment then nodded.
"I think we should find out." Hermione smiled
"Let's go."
"Now?"
"She said to come back anytime." She took his hand and they all but ran to the infirmary in anticipation.
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"The believer is happy. The doubter is wise."
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Draco and Hermione stepped into their rooms. He gently planted a kiss on the back of her neck and she shivered.
"You know, I've been feeling a bit neglected these past few weeks." He mumbled reaching to unclasp her simple black robe. Beneath she wore only a pair of muggle bicycle shorts and a spaghetti strap top.
"Have you, now?" Her voice quavered a bit as his hands ran down her sides. Her breath hitched and she leaned into him closing her eyes when his hands found her breasts. He gently pinched her erect nipples and rubbed the soft mounds. He lifted her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra eager to lead her to bed.
"Impatient today aren't we?" Her voice was sensual and incredibly erotic to his ears. He groaned softly and kneaded her now bare breasts.
"Much better." He mumbled letting his hands take on a mind of their own. They spun her around and traveled down her sides to rest on her hips allowing Draco access to her nipples with his mouth. He planted a small kiss on each then moved to his target on the right. She gasped as his tongue made slow circles around her peak occasionally flicking over the nub. He moved his ministrations to the other side and repeated the actions. When he pulled back, Hermione immediately attacked his shirt ripping it open in anticipation.
"Now, who's impatient?" He smirked and she kissed him fervently on the mouth. Her hands wandered to his trousers and she silently thanked Merlin he had decided not to wear a cloak that day. His pants polled around his ankles and she stroked him through his crimson boxers.
"You know how much it turns me on when you wear red." She murmured licking his earlobe in approval.
"How about we move this to a more...appropriate place?" They stumbled into the bedroom falling into a heap on the bad. Draco found that his boxers had disappeared and he feared he may never see that particular pair again. His thoughts vanished, however, when she resumed her previous actions. He pushed her back fearing he would come too soon for his liking and tore her shorts off.
Draco smiled when he noticed her knickers of lack there of. "Well, somebody thought of everything."
"Shut up." She pulled him back on top of her and kissed him hard. His fingers made their way to her womanhood and rubbed her sensitive nub. She moaned and pressed her hips into his hand. He rubbed for a moment longer before letting his fingers enter her wet clit. He pushed one in then two before pumping them rhythmically in and out. When he sensed she was close to the edge, he pulled them out completely and positioned himself above her opening.
Hermione moaned in frustration when he removed his fingers but gasped as he lowered his shaft into her in their place. She grabbed his shoulders and the set a rhythm; her hips raised up to meet him every time he pushed in and out. Draco pumped in and out faster and harder until Hermione screamed his name and writhed beneath him. He gave a few more thrusts then groaned as his seed spilled into her. He finished then pulled out of her completely.
"That was good." She whispered licking her lips. Draco kissed her then stood up. He grabbed his wand then muttered a cleaning charm. He gathered his clothes and put them back on. Hermione sat up; her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Where are you going?"
"I have a quidditch game today against Hufflepuff." He grabbed his green quidditch robes from the closet.
"Oh, I'll see you when you get back then." She smiled. Draco had agreed not to make her go to any quidditch games this year and as a result, he just didn't tell her if he had one or not. Nice to not deal with the sport but bloody inconvenient for making plans. Hermione rolled out of bed and followed Draco's example by putting her clothes back on.
"What will you do?" He asked clasping his robes.
"Oh, I don't know, I suppose I should write a thank you to Annacious. I never got around to it this week." He nodded and kissed her one last time before leaving the room. Hermione heard the door open and close in the common room before going in herself. She sat at the desk drumming her fingers. She sighed then scribbled a note to her uncle.
Annacious,
I know we weren't on the best of terms this summer but I want to thank you for telling me about my mother's hand maiden. I do believe I will contact her sometime. It was peasant to here from you and I wish to remain in contact.
Best Wishes,
Hermione Malfoy
Hermione sent the letter then returned to her room. Pulling out another piece of parchment, she wrote a second letter. This one was to one 'Proserpina Pallin'. Hermione was curious as to why nobody had ever mentioned her when speaking about her mother. If they were so close, someone should have remembered her.
Dear Ms. Pallin,
My name is Hermione Malfoy and I have learned from a most reliable source that you were in close contact with my mother, Minia Cartier, leading up to the time of her mysterious death. I would consider it a great honor if you would join me for lunch a week from Saturday on November 3. Please send a reply to me or my husband. I would truly appreciate the opportunity to meet with someone who knew my mother as well as you seem to have.
Thank you,
Hermione Malfoy
Hermione sent this one also then returned to her rooms to read until Draco got back.
Draco entered their rooms smiling. Hermione smiled back, "I take it you won."
"Yes I did." He kissed her and rubbed her stomach reminding Hermione of something important.
"Oh, Madame Pomfrey gave us the option to find out the sex of the baby. I wanted to ask you before I made a decision." Draco thought for a moment then nodded.
"I think we should find out." Hermione smiled
"Let's go."
"Now?"
"She said to come back anytime." She took his hand and they all but ran to the infirmary in anticipation.