The sound of metal clanking against the wood of the table was the only sound in the room as Hermione stripped Draco of his armour, piece by piece. Draco was standing beside the large wooden table as Hermione slowly removed his armour, taking the time to kiss and caress him whenever she removed a piece.
When all of Draco's armour was removed, Hermione ran her hands down Draco's chest before she removed his top. Smiling up at Draco, Hermione continued to run her hands over his now bare torso. Scratching her nails on his abdomen slightly, Hermione made her way around his body until she was standing behind her lover. Hermione pressed a series of gentle kisses to Draco's shoulder blades as her hands snaked down to his trousers and began untying the laces on them. Hermione remained behind Draco as she pushed his trousers down his legs.
One of Hermione's hands came round and caressed Draco's backside before she slowly walked around him so she was once again standing in front of her lover. Stepping closer to Draco, Hermione leant up and connected her lips with Draco's. Hermione moaned softly into the kiss as she felt Draco's hard manhood pressed against her. When Draco's hands settled on the laces at the back of her dress, Hermione broke the kiss and shook her head at her lover.
"Not yet." She grinned. "I'm not finished with you, yet."
Hermione reached back up towards Draco, but instead of kissing her lover on the lips she pressed a soft kiss onto the side of his jaw. From there she slowly began kissing her way down Draco's neck and onto his chest. Stopping briefly she swirled her tongue around Draco's nipples before she continued her descent down his body. Settling on her knees Hermione finally found herself facing the part of her lover she planned on showering with attention.
Neither the Queen nor Hermione herself had ever done anything like this before so she was slightly hesitant. Despite not being overly confident in her actions, Hermione slowly took Draco into her mouth. Not quite sure of what to do Hermione decided to experiment, using a combination of her hand and mouth she touched, licked and kissed Draco. Despite her lack of experience Hermione was pleased she seemed to be doing something right as Draco was soon moaning and panting at her actions.
When Draco gently tangled his hand in Hermione's hair she let out a moan that caused Draco's hand to tighten in her curls. Realising the noises she made was something Draco liked Hermione moaned around Draco's member as she continued to experiment with her tongue and lips.
Hermione's actions soon had Draco teetering on the verge of orgasm. He tried to warn Hermione of his impending climax but instead of stopping her actions Hermione continued, until Draco reached his peak. Satisfied that she had made Draco orgasm using her mouth, Hermione pulled back from her lover and looked up at him with lust filled eyes. The whole thing had affected her more than she had anticipated and she was now aching for Draco to touch her.
As Hermione clambered to her feet, Draco leant against the table as he tried to regain his senses. While Draco was recovering, Hermione untied her dress and shimmied out of it. Throwing the dress over a nearby chair, Hermione removed her underwear so she was standing naked. Heading towards the bed, she beckoned for Draco to follow her. Draco caught up with Hermione in a couple of steps and whisked her into his arms as he carried her the rest of the way to the bed.
As the couple settled onto the bed, Hermione knew they still had another two hours before Ginny was due to come and help her get ready for the night's ball. Hermione had deliberately told her maid not to come back until later as she had hoped to snatch a few hours with her lover. Luckily for Hermione her plan had worked out perfectly and she and Draco had been able to grab some time together before enduring a whole night where they had to watch how they interacted.
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Hermione sat in her seat, already bored with the celebrations. Since he was the champion, Draco was sitting a few seats away from Hermione and his close presence was often distracting for her. However, what was worse than having Draco sitting so near was watching him dance with the women at the ball. Hermione herself had danced with the blond knight but the entire experience had been unnerving. Being so close to her lover and having to keep her distance had proved hard for Hermione and she was pleased when the dance had come to an end.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" Queen Minerva asked from beside her.
Hermione tore her eyes away from the dance floor, where she had been watching Draco dance with a princess from another kingdom, and turned to face her mother. Smiling at the older woman she claimed to be fine and enjoying the evening.
"You don't really look like someone who's enjoying themselves." Queen Minerva commented. "You look more like someone who's being forced to attend."
"I think I'm just worried about other people enjoying themselves." Hermione said, quickly finding an excuse for her lacklustre response to the night. "This is the first celebration I've organised as Queen and I want it to be perfect. I don't want people going home and complaining that the night was dull."
"That won't be happening. The night is a great success." The older woman reassured her daughter. "It's certainly going much smoother than the first ball I arranged as Queen of Gryffindor."
"What happened?" Hermione questioned, wanting to find something that would take her mind of Draco dancing with numerous other women.
"I accidentally poisoned your grandmother. I hadn't checked if anyone had any allergies and your grandmother was allergic to one of the ingredients in the main course." Queen Minerva said, looking slightly guilty about the incident. "And as if that wasn't bad enough a few of the knights got drunk and two of them started a brawl."
Hermione chuckled at the antidote, all the while being thankful that so far her event had run smoothly. Apart from her, and possibly Draco, everyone else looked to be having a great time. While Hermione hadn't actually been nervous about the night and how it was received she actually found herself relieved as she realised the night was running perfectly.
Hermione's excuse had seemed to work perfectly on her mother, and after Queen Minerva had once again reassured her the ball was a success she turned to address Queen Pomona, who was sitting on her other side. Turning her attention to her other side she found King Severus deep in conversation with King Albus. Hermione was just about to tune out the conversation between her husband and father when she heard her father ask a horrible question.
"So Severus, when can Queen Minerva and I expect our first grandchild?"
Hermione's heart stopped at the question and she had to work hard not to let her horror show on her face. A sly look at her husband showed King Severus seemed just as taken aback by the question. The look however passed so quick that Hermione knew King Albus hadn't spotted it, instead all he saw was the normally composed King of Slytherin.
"These things take time, Albus." King Severus chuckled, doing a very good job at convincing the other King he wasn't opposed to the idea of having children with his wife.
"Not too much time I hope. I'm not getting any younger and I would like to meet my grandchild before I go." King Albus retorted.
"I'm sure you will." King Severus reassured the other King.
Hermione felt ill at her husband's words, she was desperately hoping he was just placating King Albus and didn't mean a word he was saying. The thought of actually having to produce children with the King and everything that it entailed was making her feel queasy. Not to mention the fact Hermione was now deeply in love with Draco and being with someone else, even her husband, would feel like she was cheating on him. Suddenly needing to escape from the conversation that was still taking place between the two kings, Hermione abruptly stood up.
"Where are you going?" King Albus asked his daughter as she backed away from the table.
"I'm not feeling very well, I need some air." Hermione explained, turning and bolting towards the door that led to the gardens.
As she was leaving Hermione vaguely heard King Severus send Draco after her to make sure she came to no harm. Despite knowing her lover was following behind her, Hermione still rushed into the garden and fled as far away from the ballroom as she could go. Stopping at the gazebo, she sat down on the wooden seat and buried her head in her hands.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked softly as he sat down next to Hermione and placed a comforting hand on her back.
"Everything." Hermione whispered as tears started falling from her eyes. Just thinking about the situation she was in was making her feel emotional.
"I don't understand." Draco said, lifting Hermione's head and wiping at her tears with his thumb. "You were happy this afternoon, what's changed?"
"I've just heard my father ask King Severus about grandchildren." Hermione admitted. "I've never thought about it before, but it'll be expected that I'll produce the heir to the throne."
"What did the King say?" Draco asked.
"Not a lot. He tried to skirt around the issue but he did imply there was children somewhere in our future." Hermione sniffed, the tears once again starting to fall. "I can't do that. I can't have children with him."
"Maybe it won't come to that." Draco said hopefully, although his tone sounded forced to Hermione and she could see the concern in his eyes.
"It can't come to that." Whispered Hermione, moving closer to Draco. "I can't go to bed with him, not when I'm in love with you."
"You may not have a choice, darling." Draco responded, wrapping his arm around Hermione and pulling her into his chest. "But whatever happens between you and the King, it won't change how I feel about you. I love you no matter what and nothing will ever change that."
Huddled against Draco's chest, Hermione began sobbing heavier. No matter what Draco said she knew that if she ever slept with the King that it would inevitably change their relationship. She didn't for one minute doubt the blond knight would stop loving her but she wasn't naive enough to think he wouldn't view her differently knowing she had been in the King's bed.
Hermione remained in Draco's arms for nearly ten minutes as her lover calmed her down. When she finally composed herself she checked she looked presentable before her and Draco made their way back indoors. Draco walked Hermione back to her seat, before he left to reclaim his own seat.
"Are you feeling any better, dear?" Queen Minerva asked as Hermione sat down.
"Yes, I'm feeling fine. It just got a bit too hot in here, I needed some air." Hermione smiled.
Both King Albus and King Severus were watching for her answer and once they knew she was feeling fine, they returned to their conversation. Hermione was relieved to hear the conversation had progressed and the two Kings were now dissecting the tournament and how their respective men had performed.
"Are you sure you're fine?" Queen Minerva whispered, once the two men had turned away.
"Yes." Hermione nodded.
"You know you can tell me anything, don't you? I will always be here to listen to you and I'll always support you." Queen Minerva smiled at Hermione and squeezed her hand.
"I know." Hermione whispered, smiling back at her mother.
Yet again Hermione had to wonder how much the other Queen knew about her life and what she was up to. Hermione was convinced that if Queen Minerva didn't definitely know anything was happening between her and Sir Draco she certainly suspected something was going on. Hermione was actually quite pleased that if she needed it she had someone to talk to about Draco and their relationship, even though she was hoping that it didn't come to that. The only way Hermione could honestly see herself confiding in the older Queen was if something terrible happened and her life was in turmoil.