Malfoy Manor:
As soon as they stepped through the floo, a house elf was waiting for them.
"Oh nos, you two is in big trouble. I is hearing things. My cousin Mipsy is telling me. Scandal. For shame. Master and mistress are in terrible embarrassment. Tut tut."
Draco rolled his eyes and led Hermione to the dining room. Narcissa and Lucius were sitting calmly at the table. Draco pulled out Hermione's chair and then sat at his seat.
The silence was palpable as Hermione began to get more and more anxious when the minutes passed and no one spoke.
"Um. Err. Well. Narcissa, I am terribly sorry for any embarrassment I may have caused last night. I was not quite myself you see. The stress of past…"
"Lovers?" She questioned while Draco choked on his water.
"Oh um. Ex boyfriends. I mean. Terribly sorry. And um. Mr. Malfoy, I apologize for calling you a…"
"Motherfucker?" He asked. Draco broke into a bellowing laugh. Hermione glared daggers at him.
"Yes. Well, you see, I really shouldn't have mixed so many different kinds of alcohol…"
"Ah! Well, no harm done. I have been called far worse I assure you. However, under the circumstances I thought it best we revisit the discussion we were having on your classes. I'd suggest upping the weekly requirement to 10 hours a week, don't you think?"
At this he summoned some photographs and had them land directly in front of her.
"I took the liberty of confiscating these from Ms. Skeeter." He said.
She cringed looking at the first one of her hands on Draco's arse as they thrust to the beat of the music. Draco leaned forward with a grin examining the photograph as her cheeks began to flame.
"3 hours a week" she challenged trying to hide her embarrassment.
"8" Lucius said.
"4," She responded.
"7," he countered.
"5, and no more! I have a job, and a life."
"Flip the page dear," said Narcissa sipping her tea.
"OH!" She exclaimed shocked as the photograph moved. "Perhaps, 6 hours a week might be appropriate. I am again, so sorry. That champagne must have been extremely expensive and it seems the other guests did not ALL want it sprayed on them in quite that manor. Um Draco, do you have anything to add? Darling!" She glared at her silent fiancé.
"No dear, I think I'm all set." He smiled.
Hermione made a noise of exasperation while Lucius chuckled.
"One of the rules you have to learn about being a Malfoy is how to wait out a room." Lucius answered.
"Now down to business. Draco tells me that your internship is almost finished. Is that correct?"
"Uh, yes. I've been working with a muggle therapist but we've concluded the portion of study I need from her. Now I just have to find a potion's master to take on an apprentice so that I can complete my mastery and start my business. Unfortunately after Professor Snape passed away, there are no longer any Masters in England."
"Luckily for you, that isn't true." Lucius responded.
"Oh. Well I checked all the records at the ministry."
"Records were stolen when the ministry was compromised. There was a time when the Dark Lord thought Professor Snape could be killed in the war. He commissioned a Master to take on another apprentice as a backup in case anything should befell the former Professor."
"You mean if Voldemort had to kill him."
"Yes, quite." Lucius answered.
"So then…"
"I accept you as my new apprentice." Lucius grinned.
Hermione looked shocked.
"Draco… DEAR. Can I talk about this with you privately?" She hurried over to yank him out of his chair, "I wouldn't want to make any of these life changing decisions without the approval of a man of course. Silly women just need direction." She scoffed pulling him out of the room.
"That went well." Lucius beamed at Narcissa.
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"Draco, I can NOT work with your father. We don't even like each other. We don't even TOLERATE each other. That would never work. I will simply just have to move to work with another Master outside of England."
"How exactly is that supposed to work my darling future wife. My businesses are in England."
"Well, we can just see each other on the weekends, or we can take turns commuting, you can practically write your schedule or work from home, or just move your businesses since you are the CEO."
"You are so stubborn, why would I uproot my ALREADY ESTABLISHED businesses when you have a perfectly good Master to work with HERE, in your future home."
"I just can't work with him, he will belittle me, antagonize me, call me a mudblood, I'll hex him or worse Avada him and end up in Azkaban for my crimes. Is that what you want? A dead dad and an imprisoned fiancé?"
"He will not call you that terrible word! He is one of the best Masters that are currently living! You'd be a fool not to take this opportunity. Do you want to move to Russia? Because it's cold there Hermione!"
"Who says I need to move to Russia! And excuse me, where are his references. Has he ever even had an apprentice?"
"Well 4 out of the 7 remaining Masters live there, then there is my father, then one is in St. Mungos with a debilitating illness, and the other no one has heard from in 15 years. So he could be dead, or just highly unavailable! That leaves Russia or my father. Cold Hermione! Freezing!"
"Well… I will just have to get used to it! I hear they have lovely vodka there. Sounds like a dream to me."
"First of all how dare you bring up liquor when I am this hungover and second of all you are crazy. What if I talk to him and come up with some ground rules."
"I think you've done enough talking! Otherwise I wouldn't even be in this mess!"
"No you'd be unemployed with no prospects or you'd be moving to Russia."
"Merlin! Fine! Fine! I will deal with your father. But so help me Draco, if he's not the picture of professionalism, there will be consequences."
"Like what?"
"No blow jobs. Ever. Again."
"That is completely unreasonable! You can't punish me for my father's issues! I can't work miracles! You will just have to win him over with your academic knowledge and charm. Get him to respect you and everything will be just fine."
"I think after last night I may have my work cut out for me on earning back any respect." She cringed calming down. "I couldn't even look your mother in the eye. She was so wonderful to me when we went shopping. Now I can only imagine what she thinks of me."
"Hermione, it's alright." He walked over to bring her into a hug. "Do you see me stressing about our behavior from last night? There is so much scandal in my family's past that this isn't even worth mentioning.
You actually amused my father, which doesn't happen often. Just let it go okay. You will be fine working with him, you may even learn to tolerate one another. I plan on being married to you for a very long time. My family will be a part of our lives, and there's nothing more important to Malfoys than family. Just trust me okay."
He pulled back to look into her teary eyes.
"Okay. I will give it a shot, but please have a discussion with him before we start. Please."
"I will. I promise."
—
By the time Hermione and Draco made it back into the kitchen Narcissa and Lucius were arguing in soft tones. They noticed the young couple return and Lucius coughed to signal the end of discussion.
Hermione looked at Draco with a confused expression.
"Ah, Hermione, have you come to a decision? Shall I clear my schedule for your apprenticeship?"
Draco chuckled at that. Lucius currently had absolutely nothing going on in his life. Lucius glared at his son as if he knew what Draco was thinking.
"Of course Mr. Malfoy. I simply can't wait. Please send the schedule by owl and I will make sure to be here."
This is when Narcissa interrupted.
"Hermione,"
"Narcissa darling, we decided to have this conversation later."
"Hush now Lucius!" She gave her husband a sly smile. Lucius mumbled something like, "here we go," with a roll of his eyes.
"As I was saying dear, it seems to me with your new class schedule and apprenticeship that it would make much more sense for you to consider moving into the manor early."
Hermione choked on her tea. She could feel the redness creep to her face.
"Oh. Um. Yes the manor. I had thought we would be married before I moved in. After our long, long, long honeymoon." She cringed as she tried not to look at her future father in law.
"Now Hermione, Lucius won't bite."
Lucius grinned at her as Hermione quickly looked away.
"It simply seems to be the most sensible conclusion. We have a wedding to plan, now that that nasty ministry court is out, your classes, and apprenticeship. Draco will of course, move back as well, so you'll be able to see him more. A fabulous idea don't you think."
"Mother! Who said anything about me moving back in at this moment. I can't leave Potter to fend for himself. He would be devastated to lose me as a roommate."
"I'm sure darling. He's getting married in a few weeks anyway. Timing is perfect! I will send a House elf with each of you to help pack!" She beamed at the horror struck couple.
"Just for the record," Lucius mumbled to Draco, "I did TRY to stop her son."
"Great," Draco forced out through an uncomfortable smile. "Hermione, won't you join me outside for a ride on Columba? Now?"
"But what about my classes?" She asked nervously.
"Oh dear I forgot," said Narcissa. "I'll have the stylist come back this afternoon before dinner. Then perhaps you can take your betrothed on a date! She'll be simply glowing by then, after they are through."
"What a wonderful idea Mother, not at all meddlesome. Hermione? What do you say?"
"Sounds just lovely," she forced out. "Well I mean the date does of course but the classes…" she looked down at the photos one last time. Before Draco rifled through to steal a couple, shrinking them and putting them in his pocket.
"DRACO! Don't take those!" Hermione moved to grab them back.
"I'm going to make a photo album darling." He was laughing now as he made a break for the stables. Hermione excused herself to follow him quickly out of the room.
"Such a great match." Narcissa said fondly. Lucius rolled his eyes again. Then he got up from the table offering Narcissa his hand.
"Well darling, I must go to my study. So much to plan and do for the apprenticeship." He looked like a little boy in a toy store, excited, eager, and bouncing on his heels.
"I'm glad you're excited about it dear." Narcissa replied with a kiss to his cheek.
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Draco and Hermione swiftly walked down to the stables.
"I can't believe that I will be working with your father and moving into the manor." Hermione grumbled as they walked. It was every nightmare come true.
"It will be fine, you worry too much. Besides I haven't even shown you our wing of the manor. We have our own library."
"We have our own wing?" Hermione asked her eyes widening.
"Yes of course, you really don't know how wealthy you're about to be do you?"
"Well… no. I mean I guess I always just thought of it as your money. I certainly don't plan on spending any of it."
"Sure you will! What exactly do you think you'll be doing when you fund and create your own charity?"
"Oh. I had forgotten about that. I suppose I need to start thinking about what cause would be the most worthy of my time."
"You have one of the biggest hearts I know. I'm sure you'll find something worthwhile." He smiled at her and she stopped walking.
"Thank you Draco. That was very sweet." She smiled back. He grabbed her hand and squeezed. They walked hand and hand the rest of the way to the stables.
Hermione was wearing jeans which would be great for riding but her blouse was too nice to wear so she unbuttoned it leaving her in a pale pink tank top.
"Hermione." Draco growled at her lessening the space between them. "If you're going to start taking off clothes, I will be helping you."
"Draco!" Hermione giggled as he swooped in to kiss her neck, roughly nibbling below her ear.
"Do you want me to stop," He asked in between kisses running his hands softly against her sides.
"No. No. I don't want you to stop." She thrust her hips into his. "I also don't want you to be gentle. Fuck me Draco. I'm tired of fighting how I feel for you, and I want you. Badly. Last night was wonderful, and I can't stop thinking about it."
"As you wish." He replied ripping her tank top over her head, kissing down her neck and nuzzling his face between her breasts.
"Do you remember last night Hermione? When I fucked you against the wall? When you rode me on the floor, and screamed my name when you came?"
She shimmied out of her jeans as he undid his belt.
"Yes Draco! I remember. Do you remember when I blew you over there in the shower?"
She bit his lip and pulled at his shirt. He quickly divested himself of his shirt and pants leaving just his boxer briefs to cover his growing erection. He grazed her lace knickers with his fingers. Then he knelt and bit her upper thigh. She gasped but thrust her hips out again, until his mouth was ghosting her cunt.
He used both hands to rip her knickers in half.
"Draco! Those were my favorite pair of knickers."
Draco laughed, ignoring her outburst at her destroyed underwear. "I'll buy you a new pair love." Then he licked her and shut her right up.
Hermione spent a few moments trying to stay angry about the knickers and trying to figure out why he called her love before shrugging her shoulders and giving into the bliss of his tongue between her legs. She came quickly with his roughness and barely noticed how her tattoo seemed to come alive and fly across her arm over to Draco's tattoo before flying back to her.
"Draco! I need you. I want you inside me. Now."
He stood up and dropped his underwear rubbing his erection against her clit. Drawing out wetness from her heat. Pushing just the tip into her opening before pulling it out again.
"Turn around." He said pushing her towards the back of the couch.
She leaned over the couch and he grabbed her arse towards him.
Whack! He spanked her and she gasped again.
"Draco!" She cried out, more surprised than shocked. He laughed again.
Whack! He spanked her again, noticing how wet it made her before lining up and plunging into her pussy. With one hand he reached around to pluck at a nipple, with the other hand he pulled her hair away from her to lean down and bite her neck thrusting inside her with each bite. Marking her at the same time as she moaned.
He pulled her back slightly from the couch to be able to reach her clit, pinching and rubbing it quickly.
"Yes Draco! That feels so good. You feel so good."
"I'm going to fuck you all over this manor Love, I'm going to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. Do you like when I make you come?"
"Merlin yes! Draco, I love it. You're so sexy and you feel amazing in my pussy."
"Tell me what you want," He said while he continued to fuck her against the couch.
"I want you to spank me again. Harder, until I come from your cock."
It didn't take long for them both to finish. They were breathing heavily. Draco slowly pulled out of her with a grunt.
"Hermione, I meant what I said. I'm going to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives. I'm going to make love to you, and shag you anywhere and everywhere you please. I can't get enough of you. I meant what I said last night. I can't wait to be married to you."
He flipped her around and pulled her to his chest.
"You make me really happy Hermione." He kissed her cheek, and her jaw, and her nose, and finally her lips.
"You make me really happy too." She hesitated and changed her mind about admitting her true feelings.
"Let's go riding." She said finally. "If I can manage to sit on my horse after that" she winked.