Tuesday with Lucius:
"Miss Granger will…" she read the prenuptial agreement, "take the Malfoy name, live at the Manor, get married at the manor, quit her job, take refinement classes, defer to her husband for all judgment, attend 3 breakfasts, 3 lunches, and 3 dinners every week with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, found a charity and sit on the board, get her hair styled every week by Narcissa's hair dresser, learn 4 hobbies befitting of a Malfoy, etc. etc."
Hermione dropped the stack of papers to glare at Lucius. He was smiling the bastard. Then she looked at Draco, who looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Before I get started heavily editing this document," she calmly stated, breathing deeply to control her temper, "Draco, this is what you want out of your wife?" She asked skeptically, challenging him.
Draco looked between Hermione and his father determining how to play this. If he said no, the fight with his parents would be unseemly. If he said yes, he would be pissing off his future wife.
He cleared his throat, "I wish for you to have a peaceful relationship with my parents, not all those items are important to me, but I think a compromise would go a long way."
Such a Slytherin answer she sighed. "Mr. Malfoy, can I ask WHY some of these things are important to you? Is this all so you can look good in front of your friends? I'm a war hero for goodness sakes. I should think that would be good enough for you. Besides half your friends are going to have quite the new bloodlines entering theirs. I'm sure Mr. Greengrass will have much to talk about with you." She laughed to herself at that.
"Of course Miss Granger, it's simple enough, the Malfoy name gives you equal access to all your shared accounts and assets."
"I don't need any shared accounts or assets"
"We have one of the largest libraries in London. This would give you access."
"I can't access the books unless my name is Malfoy."
"Correct."
What a bastard.
"Granger-Malfoy?" She compromised.
"As long as the children are just Malfoy, I can concede" he responded with a smile.
"Fine." She spat. "Next, I cannot live here. Surely you must realize this."
"It is the way it has always been done. Tradition is important in this family. Not doing so would cause a significant rift with my wife"
She smirked. This point must be extremely important to Narcissa. Seems like the whole defer to your husband was a laugh. Narcissa had him by the balls.
"What would you be willing to give me, in return." Hermione grinned at him. Draco put his head in his hands.
"What are your demands?" He sighed.
"Everything else gets taken off the list." She replied.
"Miss Granger! That is unreasonable. You must found a charity, you must take those classes, the wedding has to be here."
She huffed back at him, "I don't have a problem with the charity. That seems worthwhile. I just don't want these requirements on a contract. Why can't we just discuss these things in a rational way, without forcing them through a document. I haven't even thought about the wedding." Her voice started to get higher.
"Because you are unreasonable. You would not take those classes willingly, you would not choose to spend time with my wife and I, you would never quit your job."
"Of course I won't quit my job! That will never even be discussed, as for the quality family time, maybe if YOU were nicer, I would spend time with you both and it would be HONEST, not a requirement! And the classes! What good could I possibly learn from the classes!"
"How not to shout at and insult your in laws perhaps," Lucius responded.
She opened her mouth to respond, when his words sunk in. She buried her head in her hands for a moment.
"What do the classes cover, and how much time would I have to spend taking them?"
"They would cover manners, poise, hospitality, flower arranging, tea service, posture, dance, learning a musical instrument, make up, AND hair." He eyed her head.
"My hair is NOT that bad!" She was exasperated by this man. "How many hours a week?"
"10 at the very least." He responded.
"1" she countered.
"9" he replied.
"1" she said again.
"8" he growled.
"1" she smiled.
"5" he conceded.
"1" she stood up, her fists balled at her sides.
"Miss Granger, one hour, will NOT be enough for you to learn what you need to know before the wedding."
"Fine. I concede. I will devote 2 hours a week to this farce, but no more than that. If it can't be done in that time frame, then you obviously don't have very good teachers, because I was known as the brightest witch of my age Mr. Malfoy, and I excel at learning!"
He sat back in his chair, thinking. "That will be acceptable."
"You will take everything else off the list Mr. Malfoy. I will agree to these classes off the record. I will spend time with you and your wife as my schedule allows. As our relationship grows, hopefully I will want to spend more time with you both, but it will not be a requirement. If you insult me constantly and belittle me, I won't be available to you. Relationships take time, and you have to make some sort of an effort with me as well. Send me the new draft, and I'll sign it." She stormed out of the room. Draco followed her.
"You were quiet," She snarled at him.
"Getting involved only would have made that worse, now come, I want to show you something." He pulled her by the hand until they were outside the manor.
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He walked her along the path for a few minutes until they reached the stables. The beautiful day calmed Hermione down, so did holding his hand she realized with a thoughtful smile.
"Do you ride?" He asked her smiling, raising both brows at her.
Cough, "um, yes, I mean I have before, a few times." She responded, trying to move past what she was sure was an innuendo.
"I bet," He chuckled, leading her into the stables. Hermione gasped. Inside the stables were three different breeds of winged horses.
The Abraxan Breed were the largest taking up most of the stables. She remembered The Beauxbaton champions entering Hogwarts with this breed. Next she knew to be the Aethonan breed, chestnut in color and much smaller. On the furthest side of the stables were the Granian breed, grey and extremely fast.
"Surely you don't expect me to ride a winged horse Malfoy?"
"Back to Malfoy? Really?" She snorted at his response, "And the Aethonan breed is what we'll be riding today. I normally ride a Granian, but I know you don't like to fly, so we'll go slow."
"Can we stay on the ground? Also what I'm wearing isn't appropriate for a ride."
He looked her up and down as if he begged to differ but instead replied, "the stables have a changing area, complete with a shower, and clothes for riding. After the dark party, our house elves started stocking clothes for you in the house. You'd be surprised at how much stuff you actually have here already." She noticed that he didn't respond to the question about staying on the ground. She frowned as her nerves started to hit her.
He led her over to the grandiose changing room and bathroom. She noticed that the shower had no door, only a fancy shower head and a drain below. Then he showed her where her clothes were before he took a seat on the sofa facing her. A wide smile on his face.
"Am I going to let you watch me change?" She spoke to him flustered with wide eyes as a warmth pooled below her stomach.
"One could only hope," he winked before standing up to exit the room, "besides, it's not like I haven't already seen everything," she glared at him as he left.
The ride started out smoothly, the Aethonan She was riding seemed to like her and preened when she stroked her. The horse's name was Columba after a star of course. The meaning was "the dove."
Draco showed Hermione the property and she was truly startled at how vast the land was. She could get lost out here easily. The scenery was beautiful.
"I wanted to thank you for how you handled my father today," Draco spoke, looking straight ahead, "I realize he's not the easiest person to get a long with, but he really has changed. Albeit he still has a long way to go."
Hermione looked back at him skeptically, "he does seem more at ease, at the very least," she laughed,"and you're welcome." She smiled at Draco looking into his eyes now. They locked eyes for a few minutes, the silence was deep as they gazed. Their horses trotted together slowly on pace.
The twinkle that appeared in his eyes should have been telling, "do you trust me Hermione?"
"I think so…" she started to reply. When Draco spoke a word in Latin, "volat" to the horses.
Suddenly the horses sped up their trots and spread their wings. Of course, volat, means to fly.
They were in the air before she had time to object, she held on tightly as Columba soared through the air. Hermione's eyes were closed but when she felt a peaceful floating she finally had the courage to open them. Columba was aptly named, for her flight was serene and graceful. Hermione looked at Draco with a small smile on her face.
"Do you like it?" He asked a boyish grin on his face. He wanted her to like it.
"Yes," she replied truthfully, "it's amazing." Draco took her hand from the reins before he gave her a soft kiss to her knuckles.
"I'm glad," he spoke. "The question is, can you keep up with me?" He challenged as he pulled his hand back to his horse and sped up through the air.
Hermione never one to back down from a challenge, spoke softly to her horse while giving her a pat, "citius" which meant faster.
Soon they were chasing each other all over the skies of Malfoy Manor, laughing and joking whenever one of them would catch one another. They flew for hours, basking in the sun as the rays warmed them. Draco descended at long last, Hermione followed. Hermione was windblown but extremely happy. What was it about this man that made her feel so light and carefree.
They ushered the horses back to their part of the stable. Hermione pet Columba wistfully, a sad sort of look in her eyes before she turned back to Draco.
"She's yours you know." He told her.
"What?"
"Columba, she's yours. I got her for you."
"You bought me a winged horse?"
"Hermione," he started, thinking about what to say, "I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I thought you would like her, if you'd give her a chance. I'm pleased that I was right."
Hermione walked over to Draco, brushing her hand along his face.
"I promise to give this a real chance Draco," she said. He kissed her hand again.
"Good, now lets get changed. I'd quite like a shower."
Hermione turned red again as she followed him to the changing room. "Um, I'll just change and head home, you can owl me tomorrow."
Suddenly the sofa hit the back of Hermione's legs causing her to sit down. Her arms were locked to each side of her body.
"Draco!" She said shocked. "What are you doing?"
"Relax," he spoke coming closer, "just say the word and I'll let you out." He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt gaging her reaction.
Hermione's heart started to beat quickly.
"I'm not ready to have sex with you," She blurt out.
"Who said anything about sex?" He replied raising one eyebrow. He started to walk over to the shower before turning to face her. She gulped.
He slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. She felt her arms release but she made no movement to get up.
"Now that I know you're not going anywhere," he spoke softly, "I realized earlier when I said that I had seen your body, that you had yet to see mine."
Warmth hit her again spreading over her navel and she clenched her thighs together. Oh Merlin! Her eyes were wide drinking him in. Yes please her inner voice purred.
He pulled his shirt off his body, leaving it on the floor. He was lean but muscular, obviously exercised, and pale blond hair caressed his skin. He turned on the shower, giving her a glance at his strong back. When he turned around, he had his hand on the button of his pants. He kicked off his shoes. Hermione gulped again. She wished she had a fan, as her body felt quite hot at the sight of him.
Then his socks came off, but she wasn't looking at his feet. Who cares about feet? Not her! She stared into his eyes, pleading for him to take off his damn pants.
Then he released the button. The zipper took ages to come down. Hurry up Draco, she thought, an eager longing now.
He pulled his pants over his underwear, boxer briefs she noticed, until he was able to slip his pants off his body. She stared. Boxer briefs indeed. She thought, eying the outline of his erection. She swallowed.
Then his hands were in the band of his underwear. He slowly pulled them down, revealing more blond hair, and then… him.
He took off his underwear and stood before her. She surveyed him objectively, good length, good size, above average, check, check, check. Sexy as hell, check. He stepped back into the shower, the water cascading over his body. She wanted to lick off the droplets. She watched him as he showered. Cleaning his hair and rubbing the soap across his skin. He waved his hand and the sofa she was sitting on moved closer to the shower. He continued to wash. Every few minutes the sofa moved closer to the shower until finally she was close enough to feel the spray of the shower mist her skin. If she wanted to reach out and grab him she could.
Merlin, he was so hot. I will not have sex, I will not have sex, she repeated to herself as her hands moved of their own accord.
"Hermione," he spoke, looking down at her, "we don't have to do anything. You can leave, I just wanted you to see me and tease you a bit." He looked like that is not all he wanted to do before he reached down and stroked himself, "but if you stay…" he paused, "I will be masturbating."
Oh my goodness she blushed, watching his hand moving over his skin. The precum mixing with the water as it dripped over him. So close to her.
"I don't want to have sex," she spoke, "but… I do want to return the favor from the night of the dark party… if you want me to." She bit her lip, nervously.
"You don't owe me anything," he replied, but he stopped stroking himself, hot lust in his eyes.
This time it was Hermione who waved her hand and the sofa moved closer to the shower. The water fell on her back as she leaned in towards him. Her white shirt was soon soaked and her mouth was right there. Her tongue reached out to taste him. He moaned. Slowly she licked him, swirling her tongue over the head of his dick before using her hands to pull him closer. She opened her mouth and sucked on the head. Draco moaned again taking his hands and tangling them into her wet hair. She sucked, and licked, and stroked him taking more and more of him into her mouth.
He was breathing harder now, pulling on her hair, keeping himself from thrusting into her sweet, soft, mouth. Again and again she sucked, deeper and deeper into her mouth she took him, pulling back before she gagged, and then taking him in again. He imagined it was her pussy, he reached down between them to caress her breast over her shirt. She moaned, arching up against him. He took the hem of her shirt, pulling back her head to look into her eyes, "is this okay?" He asked.
"Yes Draco," she breathed and she helped rip off her shirt. She always loved when a man teased her there. She still wore her bra and Draco thumbed the outline of her nipple, as she took him back into her mouth, grabbing him with both of her hands to stroke him while she sucked. He was very close now. He pulled aside one cup of her bra, grabbing her. She hummed her approval against his dick. His fingers pulled at her, tweaking and rubbing until she was squeezing her thighs together, searching for friction. The warm water fell against her chest as he played with her. Merlin! Could she cum just from this? She removed one of her hands from him, unbuttoning her own pants so that she could reach below and rub her clit.
Okay
"Fuck Hermione!" Draco yelled, as he noticed what she was doing. "You're so fucking hot." He thrust into her mouth now, stifling it so it wouldn't hurt her. She moved circles around her clit, imagining Draco touching her. The movements were clumsy now as they both sought relief, him trying to restrain himself as he moved in her mouth, and furiously tweaked her nipples. She, trying to get closer to him, leaning into each thrust while stroking her clit as fast as she could. The water pounded over their bodies.
"Hermione, I'm going to cum." He moved to pull back, but she held him there with her mouth, wanting to taste all of him. Rubbing, circling, tapping her clit, so close.
Soon he moaned, squeezing her nipples hard, and she felt the warm liquid hit her throat. She swallowed. Almost, she thought, rubbing herself.
Draco grabbed her! Pulling her up onto the sofa, ripping off her pants, moving her panties aside and started fingering her. The water hit her face and neck and chest. She gasped out her pleasure, he could feel her walls tightening. He bit her neck, and she fell apart. "Yes Draco! Yes! I'm coming!" Her walls squeezed his fingers and she road out the waves against him. He pulled back, turning off the water, before pulling her on top of him on the couch. Breathing heavily together, him completely naked, and her dressed in her bra and panties.
"How many dates has it been?" He asked still catching his breath.
"What? Why? I don't know." She responded confused.
"Hermione, I can't wait much longer to be with you."
"Oh!" She realized what he was saying. "I'm not sure Draco. I want you too, you know. Obviously." He wrapped his arms around her.
"We'll have to meet in public then." He sighed.
"Why?" She responded.
"Because otherwise I won't be able to stop myself from ripping off all your clothes and fucking you for days."
Oh.
Oh indeed.