Hello Loves,
I know i said the chapter would've been up by friday but school has started and apparently the teachers don't understand that the first week of classes should only be for distributing syllabi -_- but anyways, today is only saturday so i hope you forgive me! So here's the 4th chapter!
I hope you enjoy it! =)
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Attacking Part 2 of Plan B.
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"Hello hello!" I chant as I walk into the living room, kissing my wife lightly on the cheek and pulling out a bouquet of red roses from behind my back. "For you my lady…"
"What has you in such a good mood today?" she asks looking suspiciously at me through her long lashes.
"Don't go worrying your pretty little head love, I didn't have sex with the neighbor… not yet at least."
"Hum…Well thank you for the flowers then" she says, taking the roses from me and getting up to go put them into a vase.
Finding the situation perfect seeing as she couldn't reach for the top shelf were the vases were, I walk up behind her, stepping so close to her back that her stubborn frizzy hair is almost up my nose. As I feel her tense up, I manage to hide the smirk creeping up on my lips, lifting my arm slowly around her to grab the crystal vase.
Putting my free hand across her stomach, I turn her around slowly to face me, feeling her breathing speed up as I purposely let my fingers brush against a small exposed part of her hip. My pulse quickens as well but I summon it back to stability. Looking into her hazel eyes for a few seconds before bringing my mouth close to her ear, I whisper as I put the vase into her hands:
"Here you go love…"
I stay by her ear a few seconds longer as I feel her cut her breathing short, slightly parting her lips.
For my last act, I bring my hand to caress the small bone behind her ear and bring it down leisurely to her still parted pink lips.
"You look beautiful today… Hades only knows what I want to do to you…"
I give her a small distressed smile before slowly letting my arm drop back to my side and turning around to go sit in one of the couches. Picking up the book she was previously reading when I walked in, I hide my face behind it, unable to stop grinning as she's still standing where I left her, seemingly frozen.
I have to yell mentally at myself as a strong desire to start dancing the samba – which mind you I don't even know how to dance – dawns over me.
From the corner of my eye, I see her finally come back to her senses.
"Hum, hum…" She coughs before going over to the kitchen to fill up the vase. "Huh… Axiliah came to me yesterday talking about how she wanted a baby sibling… Are you behind any of this by any chance?"
"What? A new sibling? Doesn't she have enough?" I say, boringly turning the pages of the book. "And besides… I'm not quite ready to go through the whole pregnancy thing again… Your four kids have exhausted my parenting resources…" I add, wrinkling my nose and putting up my most serious face.
"My four kids huh?" She says after a few minutes of examining my face to decide whether or not I was telling the truth.
I suppose she decided I look sincere enough – although she should know better… – because she puts the vase down on the dining table.
"Whatever did you tell that little monster anyway?" I ask as she makes her way back to the living room and lies against my shoulder.
"Well nothing really… she brought up the Baby Bunny story and I wasn't sure what exactly to say… I suppose we could just tell her the Baby Bunny wasn't very successful…"
"You propose we lie to our daughter then?" I ask in a sarcastic disbelieving manner.
"No… But there isn't much we can tell her…"
"Well let's see…You can do the necessary to ensure she has her sibling in 9 months or… You can tell her how you turned into the Dark Lord and decided to put me on a painful sex diet for the next 4 weeks… It's up to you honey!"
"Oh stop whining already! We're doing good… It's been three days already!"
"I'm unsure you know how many times I've contemplated masturbation in these three days and I've never masturbated a day in my life… Oh or how many books I've researched to know if there wasn't a law against sex abstinence! And let's not forget the numerous homicides I've committed against your beloved Dr Phil in my head! I've officially attained the status of a serial killer thanks to you dear!"
As I elaborate on my journey through those miserable past 3 days, she apparently finds it hilarious because she goes into a typical Zabini laughing tantrum. Although I feel my stomach tie multiple knots on itself because of these three days of sex deprivation, I can't help but smile, realizing for the millionth time how much I loved the evil witch Hermione was.
"I'm glad you find this oh so amusing… As a punishment, I won't have sex with you tonight" I say with a fake pout. "Oh no wait you've already banned sex from my life for 4 weeks!"
"And one day!" She smiles, rolling her eyes at me.
"Very funny Hermione! You should be a comedian…"
"Oh wouldn't you love that! Common' we're going to have a spiritual sex session to cheer you up…"
"You know… If I didn't know better I'd think you want to kill me or push me to commit suicide…" I mop, letting her pull me by the hand towards our bedroom, her long curls bouncing around her face as she laughs.
"So we have a few options… One, take a bath together. Two, have an intimate yoga session. Three, have a sort of foreplay session without the sex or any foreplay per se…"
"Cross 3 out the list. That's pure torture and if you're into those sorts of things, I've have enough of it when my father was around."
"It's not torture Draco!" She laughs, rolling her eyes once more.
"You need to stop rolling your eyes like that love… It has some sort of sex appeal to me. It reminds me of those great times your eyes used to roll back to the back of your head when you reached your climax. Every time you do it now, it takes away the little bit of sanity I have left…"
"Whoever told me to marry the Prince of sarcasm!" she said, exaggerating a roll of her eyes.
"Do you have a fourth option?" I beg.
"Well… I suppose you could give me a massage…It'd relax me a bit."
My brain has this ability to associate words with pictures. An ability that believe me I loathe heartedly if I may say so. And so, as it goes on, elaborating the contours of her naked body drenched in oil and my hands rubbing every inch of it, I gulp hard. My eyes become enflamed and my mouth starts watering. But it's nothing compared to the growth I start noticing in my pants.
Oh Dearest Merlin please let me wake up from this nightmare! I promise I won't exchange Potter's cologne with my wife's perfume anymore. And I won't put hallucinogens in Blaise's coffee either. And I won't sneak up on Potter screaming Voldemort is back, either… I cry out mentally, closing my eyes tightly while hoping desperately for my wish to come true.
"So what's it going to be honey?" her small voice asks.
Anytime now Merlin… WHENEVER YOU'RE READY!
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I know i wrote this and i shouldn't love it so much but i absolutely love Draco in this. I'm not great at the whole humour thing -And in real life i actually have a very dry humor- but i hope it's not so terrible!
THANK YOU THANK YOU a million times to those of you who reviewed! You can't possibly understand how happy you make me =D And I hope i'm upholding the idea you had of the story so far... And if not, well let me know how i can improve it! I'm always open! =)
So the next chapter should be up by next saturday _ let's say sunday just to be safe!_ I hope i'll get a few reviews again =D
See you next week end!
MrsMalfoyy