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Chapter 7

"Wrapped so Pretty"

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"All right. It seems as if you've gotten your wish and I reckon I'm tossed enough to give you a shot." Draco turned and started to walk back to the bar behind them.

"Oh are you now." she smiled warmly her eyes following him as he owned the room with all his glory. "Is there something wrong my Lord Draco?"

"Alright there Buttercup, go on…let's see what you've got. I had questions I wanted to ask you and maybe I should before I change my mind, but first have a drink with me." he said his words came slothy and slurred.

She didn't drink often and surely this message was written on her face as if she'd charmed it there.

"Come on," Draco said teasingly. "Don't worry Buttercup I won't bite."

Hermione smiled at him shyly as she followed him to the bar. "Just one." she replied as he poured her a flute of his specially aged nettle wine. She took a sip, and instantly feel in love with its taste. 'What does he mean see what she's got? What on earth had this potion gotten her into?'

But wait... hadn't those been her words of seduction moments ago? How could she entice him even more without feeling ashamed for me lies? It surely couldn't be sparking up small talk about the game or his team, she thought the sport was brutal and was usually only enjoyed by those too lazy to find entertainment in a good book of history. Hermione felt a surge of pleasure as her child lost a few more points on its OWLs exams. Plus, she had no idea what his number could be. even thought she was certain he'd want her to know. Her personal research on this wizard circled around medical records, twenty-twenty vision and a considerable amount of orthodontic records just for safe measure.

As he talked, he welcomed her to pour as much of the fine wine as she liked. Draco asked her a question...

" Er…right, my current specialty at the moment is role-playing." she answer playfully. Her eyes were glazed over when she looked at him and she laughed slightly when she stumbled in her heels. "Role-playing eh?" Draco laughed with her. He then notice that she'd somehow move closer to him. He knew she was as drunk as he was by now, the scent of the wine blended with the sweet maturity of her perfume and it clouded his mind.

"Yes it's only that….." she lowered her head and again weighed the morality of deliberately manipulating someone so completely unaware of her selfish intentions. "It's only that…you ... you are my first customer." she giggled.

She don't know exactly when the moment happened but his body was on hers now and she could tell he wanted her as much as she wanted him. "Your first?" he asked and gave her a his first kiss for the night.

It didn't look as if he were buying it. So she began to elaborate even more with each gentle kiss he gave her, every ounce of it was the truth actually, so she only needed to express herself more, "oookay," she moaned nervous with pleasure, agreeing to some other erotic request he'd just whispered to her. Yes, that was it more with her own truth was all she had to be.

"If you are such an expert at sexual pleasures Buttercup than how is that I am your first."

"Not my first lover." she replied, and suddenly it came to her. Oh yes! her insides screamed out as he nipped the tenderness of her neck, as he released a breast from her dress the wheels in her intoxicated, brilliant, little mind began turning her brain, clicking away with each rush he was making her feel.

The thing was, Hermione was absolutely horrible at lying. But she was excellent at revealing half truths, no matter how ugly it was and with Draco's and her situation she didn't have to lie at all. The truth would be her role tonight, she felt as if a ton had been lifted from her shoulders. "Not my first lover my lord Draco. You are my first customer my lord."

My Lord. He loved the sound of that, he especially loved the way it came from her. The sound of it caressing him unlike anything he'd ever taken pleasure in before and even though he knew he should feel wrong for allowing her to lower herself to meet his egocentric fantasies. He couldn't deny that every time she called him Lord, how desperately he wanted to just plunge deep into her.

"And are we playing one of your little games now Buttercup?"

"No... no my lord, this is not a game..." her own voice became so heated, that she couldn't recognize it any longer. "I want you, I truly want you." she admitted all of her hearts truth, standing at the tip of her toes, she attempted to kiss him more. He found the side of her dress and even though it was body tight, he lifted it to expose her lower body.

She wore no knickers. He caressed her inner thigh and kept his touch light at first but his building erection was getting the best of him. His finger slipped into the center of her moist opening to test the truth of her lust. He heard her whimper of pleasure and he began to wonder how much of what she had told him was actual truth. Hookers to his awareness didn't act this responsive to every touch.

Hermione heard her own cry and it felt unreal. Had that truly been her own voice? Everything he was doing felt so good and Merlin, what had the boy she remembered turned into. This man touching her now wasn't who she imagined to find tonight and she'd never imagined she'd want him to touch her so badly, she hadn't realized how desperate her body had been. It had been so long. He smelled of rich cologne, liquor and field grass.

He shifted his head and avoided her next kiss playfully. The rejection stung a bit, he could see it in her eyes but she recovered her pride and to return his rejection by moving as if she wanted him to release her, but he refused and held her steady there, his right thumb planted in the open slit of her womanhood.

"Do I please you?" Her hands came to the first button of his white shirt and snipped it open. " Do you want me maybe in the shower; in your bed or right here?" Hermione whispered into his ear.

Not a word was spoken, as she unfasten his second and then the third button. The male scent of his cologne tickled her pretty nose. When she placed her hand along his chest. Hermione next unfasten the final two buttons and was mesmerized with the six pack hidden beneath his clothing. She kissed the center of his neck and his groan escaped with his answer to her question.

"You shall be my first Lord Draco and I yours." she kissed his skin again "I want to know your hands, your lips. I want to give you everything tonight."

She lowered his shirt around his arms and he tore it off quickly tossing it into the carpet below. He kissed the top of her brow. Her hands found the small of his waist and she followed the roughness of his abs with her fingertips. She kissed him again and he welcomed it this time, no teasing, no withdrawal. "you smell so gooood…" she moaned into his kiss.

"You too." he said, then she heard him whisper her fantasy name. He moved to kiss her cheek and nibble her earlobe. Then down to her neck. He licked at the hollow of her neck, like a starving man all the while he used his right thumb to drive her clit insane with pleasure. She placed her hands against his chest to steady herself with the heels that she wore. "I want to feel you inside of me." Hermione confessed to him and he couldn't help from pressing his finger deeper into her opening.

Her conscience told her, you are a truly a witch, an evil woman. you have your own plans and they have nothing to do with him.-Shutup! she told the voice.

She sucked and pulled at the pink peeks of his nipples until he could take no more of her toying. He needed to release, it really had been so long for him.

Hermione's hands released the tiny silver clasp of his slacks and they fell from his waist, hanging around his ankles. The dark pool of fabric now at his feet. His lips opened slightly as the clothing fell, and he slide his tongue gently in against her tongue. Mmmm, sweet. He moaned and kissed her deeper, harder, faster. Pulling her against him, almost painfully. Deep, wet hard kisses that made her head spin and her insides throb. With no hesitation, he freed her of her dress, discarding everything. He moved down...

He loved that she wore no panties making every ounce of her completely accessible... he moved down further pulling her open pussy into his mouth.

She squirmed and needed more of his tongue inside. Her cries of pleasure erupted in the room. His dark haired mystery lover, stood before him, in her sparkly, diamond heels and nothing else. Bought and paid for. He wouldn't finish his present here...

He stood with the taste of her still around his lips and tugged on the green ribbon as if it were a leash to guide her at his will. Her heart raced and thundered wildly as he used it to lead her out into the foyer and up the carpeted steps that lead to his room.

The pure sight of her nakedness made him want to cum on the spot. Mid ways up the stairs she tried to pull the ribbon from his hold on her, she didn't care for this sudden turn in their role-playing where she had to be pulled along like some unworthy. But Draco held her captive by the green bow as they climbed the steps together, forced her to willingly submit as he led her.

Old bitter memories wanted to flood her heart. He held no shame with his nudity and bared none for hers either.

Her gaze swept from his chest to his bare hips, and then her eyes widened when the bedroom door came into clear view past the dark hallway. "In here Buttercup." The sound of his voice was deep. She stumbled as he drew her through the arch, gently pulling on her bow. She forced herself to accept his mistreatment on her dignity for the sake of her child. She told herself she was female and that he like any man had a primitive animal-like drive for power and dominance. She felt she should've been grateful that he wasn't dragging her into his cave by her hair!

A four-armed candle chandelier illuminated his superior king-size bed, covered with lush grey blankets. There was a chest of drawers and a pricey winged arm-chair beside a large picture window.

He released her ribbon and her knees felt weak all over again. Now that the moment had come, she was nearly paralyzed with a fear that even the potion could not overcome.

"Still role-playing are we?" he asked aware of her nervousness. Draco doused the flames of the candled chandelier by pulling a chain, that extinguished each candle all at once. His room was instantly bath in bars of a bright moonlight that fell across his naked body and down over his full erection, as it stood so pronounced she couldn't tear her eyes away from it.

Everything about him appeared larger than she remembered and she couldn't get over that. Not that she had ever seen him this way, but all the same he was different. She took a long, steadying breath and slipped off her heels as she laid back upon his bed and simply admired him climbing into her.

She remembered that Ron hadn't looked this seductive, nor did he like foreplay this much. Ron often had told her that with men the end result was all that mattered. She could only expect Draco to be the same when he began walking over to the bed.

"I want the ribbon to stay on." he demanded. "I have my wand, there on the chest stand, I'll work a spell for protection, if you'll get it for me." he said.

She started to rise and doing has he asked, but the request made her pause, even though she was pleased with his evidence of wanting to play it safe. She noted it a worthy assets to pass on to her child.

But this made things more complicated for her now. "There's no need for that, my agency has prepared me for the evening." she said. It was a complete lie, and she was little more than a thief, for what she was about to do.

"Well now aren't you the efficient one."

"Yes, my lord very efficient." she was determined to get this charade over with as quickly as she could.

He gazed down at her, her arms suspended above her head as she lay nude on her back, the midnight blackness of her hair shielding her small best like a private curtain.

"Why do you call me that?" he asked now.

Her finger tips brushed the taut skin of his abdomen. when he came down to find her.

"You do not approve, of me calling you my Lord, Draco?" she asked him softly and using her lips she gently kissed from the base to the tip of his chest up to his lips. Sucking, teasing, licking the tip of his lower lip with her warm, wet tongue.

"No, actually I do." he said this roughly, grabbing at her hand jerking her up with extreme force.

Fear raced in her. She feared she had angered him in some way. But it vanished within seconds when he realized that he may have frighten her. "I-It's not that I don't, I would just prefer only my name is all, no one has ever called me that but a house elf."

The moonlight caught it and she froze in his arms. How could she have been so blind? Was she so intoxicated that she had not noticed it until now. That mark, that familiar mark, the serpent and the skull intertwine in union on his forearm. It was his mark. The father of her precious baby wore the most hated symbol known in their world.

Draco followed her eyes, and could easily read the fear upon her face. "I was young." He said. " I nearly died from it.It-It was a mistake, a mistake I can't wash away."

Her voice caught in her throat, oh dear god what had she done. She didn't know if to blame the rapid shift in his personality, or to blame her own fear... the glamour charm concealed the terrible scar left upon her arm by Bellatrix Me strange.

Her chest began to heave as if her lungs would collapse in breathing.

Draco read her like a scholar reads a scroll. He grabbed both her arms holding them high above her. "It frightens you. Why? Why should it frighten you, if you're a pureblooded witch?"

"I don't know what you mean." she whispered trying to fight off her rising reaction of just being in its presence as very real memories of being tortured in his home years ago came rushing back, echoing in her head. Labeled, she had been labeled with those words, sketched into her flesh to be there for the rest of her life.

Ginny was able to find a charm to temporarily conceal Bellatrix's handy work, however the words mudblood had been driven into her arm by dark magic, it circulated in her blood now and it would returned after a short while and she would have to find a private moment to repeat the charm.

He shifted his weight, "Who are you, I want the truth!" He wasn't angry but he was demanding for her to tell him her true name.

Hermione turned her face and slammed her eyes shut. Maybe she had underestimated him, she knew she couldn't afford another twisted tale of her false identity. She looked deeply into his eyes and tried to find some murderer lurking there, hiding behind those icy grays eyes starting down at her.

"I am not afraid you," she said forcefully. "not of you, or of it. I am a pureblood my lord, what is there to fear? I've only heard the tales, the rumors like so many others. It was a frightening time for our world."

For a long a moment, he said nothing, just stared at her. With the moonlight falling across both their bodies.

She looked away again, this was it, he didn't believe her. His tight grip around her wrist felt like the shackles she once wore in his dungeon. A tear raced down her cheek... another escaped her... and then another and then suddenly, he slide down her body and bit the inside of her thigh. Not hard….not even a full bite, but definitely a nibble and then he licked it…. the bite and he kissed it spot he had bitten.

His lips pressed so close to her awaiting opening that she could feel his hot breath rushing inside of her. Her hips shifted and she squirmed with anticipation, but he caught her hips to steady her and he opened her thighs more, pushing them more apart. He slipped a finger inside and caressed the inside of her vaginal wall, then came the full heat of his tongue. With no hesitation he covered it completely with his mouth.

Hot…..wet…and hungry. He licked the swell of her most sacred lips, flicking inside of her with his tongue….. parting the gentle o shaped entrance, massaging each time with his tiny circles…sucking, then tugging with his lips... it went on this way until Hermione couldn't contain the sounds coming from her, bringing her to the edge of her first climax.

"Oh my god," she moaned rotating her hips against his mouth, fucking his tongue. it felt unlike anything she'd ever had experience, to her nothing mattered and the only desire she needed, she held now and she begged for more of it.

His hands grasping her arse. He ate her until he drove her mad. She was truly a gift, he'd never had a woman respond this way to him giving her oral sex. It was as if she'd never been touched. After a time, after she called out that wonderful name he love to hear her say, after she begged him for more, after she begged him to stop, then to not stop, after the most explosive rise to an orgasm he ever had the pleasure of releasing in a woman... then kissed her core sweetly to calm her. He wasn't ready for her to cum again just yet, not yet. His ravaging ceased briefly.

"Don't stop…." she cried out. please don't stop I ...

He smiled. Knowing that she enjoyed what he offered her. He waited….then licked her wet opening again with a tease, a kiss, a nibble, a gentle blow. He focused on her most sensitive area when he found it, the sensitive hole of her core, he could tell she liked it there and his moans made her pussy hum back to him in a sweet response, Hermione started up again, fucking against his moist wet tongue as if it her life was held in it.

His cock was now so hard it hurt.

Still, he wanted her weaker than what was coming from her so naturally. If he was to truly be her first, he never wanted her to forget him.

"Stop," she breathed out the word not meaning it, although she was not sure why. So many things were happening inside of her, she was on a sea of ecstasy. A rollercoaster ten miles high and there were no breaks. He parted her thighs wider now but wouldn't stop.

Something was happening, when he did that and she wasn't sure how to explain what he made her feel. she kept screaming his name over and over, she was caught up between lust and absolute momentary love.

He smiled and did as she asked. He stopped…..kissing the tip of her clit to calm her a second time.

His entire face was soaked from her thrusting, his jaw ached too, his tongue coated with her taste. He kissed her softly again, then he kissed her naval, another nibble he gave to the softness of her belly . He moved up, and sucked her breast, and then he blessed her with the full heat of his erection, pushing down like hot iron, invading every inch of her he moaned and thrusted into her moisture deeper.

Hermione held her breath. It was solid, so hot and so wonderful. Faster, faster - it grew harder and harder, larger. "God you feel so good," he mumbled against her neckline.

Thrusting so wildly inside of her, wanting to kiss her to steady his own heaving, but not wanting to lose the perfect sensation he'd discovered there inside of her. He moved his head into the crease of her neck and his face became twisted. She wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure in the sounds coming from him.He bit down into the top of her shoulder.

She held on to what was happening.

"Oh no, please…please don't …..do that My Lord."

He went still. Was he hurting her? Had he been so wrapped up in his own hardness….

He withdrew….

"No!" she cried against his retreat, clutched at his hips and dug her fingernails into his arse. "No, please don't…don't stop!"

What did the crazy witch want? Yes. No. Stop. Don't stop. "You're confusing me woman."

"I'm sorry"

"You're sure I'm not hurting you?"

"Yes. Draco, please, please don't stop"

She grabbed his shoulders, her body level with his and she held on tighter. He reached under her and caught both her hips in his hands, pinning her firmly in place. She tried to still herself, but his thrusting came like that of a mad man's now.

She clunged to him, meeting his aggressive lovemaking with so much more determination. She gasped as the pleasure of every inch of his cock mounted inside of her core. And it happened for her... the sweetest most amazing thing she never knew her own body was capable of. Her climax hit her so unexpectantly, and with so much energy that she forgot to keep breathing as he continued to ride away inside of her long after she'd released. before long he gave several powerful jerks and then every muscle in him stiffened. Every part of him went rigid. as the jerking quickened and she felt the moment when he spilled his seed inside of her. She clutched her hands into a fist, gripping tightly to those sheets beneath them... her own pleasure forgotten. Swim! Swim all you magical babymakers! Swim all my sweet, little ones.

They'd done it... she'd done it! With a rush of affection for the gift he had just given her, she turned her lips and gave him a sweet kiss of gratitude. For a brief moment she truly loved this man. He slumped forward, his weight collapsed on her.

After a moment or two he began to soften and withdraw.

Just a little longer she thought, not yet, there's the entire night…she had to be sure she conceived. But his need to leave her was stronger than her will to keep him there. He pulled away and sat upon the edge of his bed, staring into nothing. Breathing.

Her green bow had now come undone as she sat up looking at his back in the night shadows. The bow slipped onto his pillow.

Rays of moonlight splashed along his back and filled in the unspoken words of a lonely man. She thought, she had never seen someone look so alone. She wanted to touch him, but she couldn't intrude on whatever was happening within him. She was a stranger to him and it was not her place to pry. What ever troubles he held within, she had no right to them. She was a liar and a thief. So no matter how much she wanted to be more, in truth she was no true friend to him.

Draco rose and headed for a door she assumed would be the bathroom. "I want you gone, when I come out. I have a long day off training ahead."

he couldn't look at her, he didn't know if he'd be able to look at himself after tonight... he swore he'd never let it happen again, but it had happened again.

She didn't speak. She didn't ask why. She only nodded okay.