Hermione was standing near her closet in her bra and knickers.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked observing her with interest.
"I have to go to the bridal shower for Daphne today before the stag/hen night," Hermione replied, "and I have nothing to wear that's right."
Draco came over to her, pinching her arse quickly before stepping into the closet.
"Ouch! I don't have time for that you cheeky man! I can't be late. I have to make a better impression today."
"How about this one?" He held up the lavender sweater and grey skirt.
"No! It's too sexy. I need something conservative, something that says…"
"I didn't get pissed on too much booze and ruin the engagement party."
"Precisely." She frowned.
"How about the floral tea dress? It will bring out the honey color in your hair."
Hermione looked over at his seriousness in his observation.
"That's perfect!" She bit her lip a moment before wrapping her arms around him. Draco looked pleased.
"I just want to say before I go that…"
"Yes?" he raised a brow.
"I feel really content lately. Just happy. You know. You. Your family. My apprenticeship. I guess I never expected to feel this way. Everything is usually so hard. Relationships I mean. But with you, I just… I just…"
"I know Hermione. I feel it too. It's easy. I'm happy with you, like it's meant to be."
"Exactly." She grinned up at him before performing the hair charm Narcissa taught her. Subtle makeup and then she was ready.
"How do I look?" She asked giving him a twirl.
"Like I could eat whipped cream off your arse." Draco winked.
"Draco!" She exclaimed, secretly pleased.
"If you're here when I get back, maybe you can have a snack." She winked back, kissing him, and waving him goodbye.
—
She arrived at the restaurant right on time, clutching her gift in her arms.
Narcissa was already here helping host the event and she immediately came over to greet her.
"Hermione dear, you look lovely."
"Thank you. Um. Draco picked it out."
"I told you," she smiled slyly, "gifts go over there, and then you can find your name tag at one of the tables."
She walked up to her table and looked at the name tags:
Hermione Granger
Pansy Parkinson
Tracy Davis
Daphne Greengrass
Astoria Greengrass
Lovely! Hermione thought. Two hours with that daft cow Astoria. Hermione vowed to be polite and stick with Pansy. No sooner had she sat down, than Pansy joined her.
"What a nightmare huh?" Pansy asked.
"Yes well, you didn't make a fool of yourself the last time you were with all these people."
"You're good fun! If only I would have known when we were in school. Chin up, I'll keep the bitch in line."
"How do you know I'm worried about her? Hermione glanced towards the door where the sisters were greeting some guests.
"Because Astoria is a bitch and she's always been jealous of whomever is with Draco."
"Good to know." Hermione nervously stroked her tattoo.
"Let me see it then."
"What?"
"Your tattoo. I can't believe you did this. What if they amend the law down the road and you want to divorce your little dragon."
"Pansy!" Hermione whisper yelled. "I'm not going to divorce Draco. I love him."
"You love him? When the fuck did that
happen?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's just that good in bed." She grinned and Pansy snorted.
"Yes well Weasley seems to have learned a thing or two since he was with you as well. Did you know he was that flexible?"
Hermione laughed, shaking her head, "so things are good between you both? On the way to love?" She inquired.
Pansy whacked her with a napkin, "whatever, I'm making the best of the situation." In Pansy speak that meant she was head over heels.
"I knew it! You make such a great match."
"Yes well your children will be very blonde. Mine on the other hand." But Pansy looked pleased that her friend approved.
"Oh here we go. Code word is cunt."
"That is NOT a code word!" Hermione rolled her eyes as the other ladies arrived at the table.
Luckily Daphne sat on Hermione's other side. Unluckily Astoria sat directly across from her. She stuck her nose in the air as she nodded slightly towards Pansy before turning to Tracy Davis to talk.
Hermione turned to talk to Daphne, "Daphne you look lovely. Are you getting excited?"
"Excited for the hen party tonight!" She grinned, "Oh I'm thrilled of course to marry Harry too." She said cheekily.
Hermione laughed, "so whose idea was it to have a joint stag/hen party?"
"Harry's," she replied, "he's very sweet. He said he wanted to be honorable, and not let his mates get carried away."
"So no strippers?" Pansy asked pointedly?
"I should say not, but I think there will be burlesque dancers, and other guests for the ladies and Blaise of course." She winked.
The girls laughed drawing attention from across the table.
"Laughing at the horrible disgrace you were from last weekend?" Astoria asked.
"No, Astoria. Sorry you wouldn't get it, it would take took long to explain to you." Hermione snapped back.
Pansy laughed. Daphne looked conflicted.
"Now ladies lets be civilized," said Tracy Davis neutrally.
"Well I wouldn't expect her to be civilized, she practically shagged her horrid boyfriend drunk on the dance floor."
"Fiancé." Hermione inserted, "and WE shagged at home!"
"Draco was always a bit more adventurous with me." Astoria said to make Hermione jealous.
"You were 16 living in a castle, how adventurous could you really have gotten." Pansy responded unhelpfully.
"The library." Astoria spoke with a smile before turning back to talk to Tracy.
Hermione gasped.
"Pansy, tell me that's not true, not my library."
"Well…" Pansy spoke thoughtfully, "I'm not going to lie to you Hermione, Draco did like the library for those sorts of endeavors." She blushed taking a sip of water.
"Not you too!" Hermione was furious.
"Sorry!" She shrugged. Daphne patted her on the back.
The rest of the luncheon passed without incident thank Merlin! Hermione was still fuming when she made it back to the manor.
—
Draco was optimistically naked when she entered the room.
"Put some bloody clothes on!" Hermione snapped at him when she saw him.
"What? Why are you mad? What about my snack?" He pouted, but he pulled on a set of boxer briefs and some trousers. He walked over to her and sat next to her.
"Just tell me one thing."
"What? What happened?"
"Did you or did you not shag that horrid cow in my Hogwart's library?"
"Pansy?"
"No!"
"Lydia?" He tried again uncertainly.
"WHAT? Just how many slags did you bang in the library Malfoy!"
"I feel like I'm digging myself in a deeper hole here, why don't you tell me who you are upset about."
"Astoria fucking Greengrass."
Draco laughed. "Why are you jealous of her? I wasn't even in love with her. I barely liked the bint. I just shagged her because I was horny. Just the once."
"In the library? What about all the other times you were horny Draco?" She glared at him.
"Well... then I shagged other girls… in the library."
"DRACO!"
"Look, I really don't know why you're this upset. It's not like you liked me back then, so why does it matter."
"Because I'm jealous."
"Of Astoria?" He questioned raising a brow.
"Yes! No! I mean, look, it was always just a fantasy of mine to shag in the library." She admitted turning red.
"And you never did."
"Of course not!"
"And you'd like to."
"Well yes! No! I mean I wouldn't now, but now the fantasy is completely ruined."
"The fantasy of shagging in the Hogwart's library?"
"The fantasy of shagging YOU in the Hogwart's library."
"You've had fantasies of shagging me in the library?" He questioned, trying to figure out his manic bride.
"Yes."
"When?"
"I'm not sure." She avoided, standing to cross the room.
"Oh no! You're not getting out of this that easily. When did you fantasize about shagging me in the library."
"Fine! All the time if you must know. It started in 6th."
"6th year?"
"Yes."
"At Hogwart's?"
"Merlin! Yes!" She growled out embarrassingly.
"And how often since then have you thought about this?" He asked intrigued.
"Well, sort of often actually. In between relationships, that fantasy was sort of… an easy way to get off."
"When you masturbated?" He grinned looking pleased with himself.
"Yes! Don't look so pleased with yourself, you're forgetting I was orgasm free this past year before we were matched."
"That's because you were just waiting to experience the real thing," he grinned again.
"Gods that went straight to your big fat head didn't it. Fine, tell me one of your fantasies."
"Mine?"
"Yes Draco! Even the score. Level the playing field."
"Do you even understand sport's analogies?" He pondered.
"Draco you're really wasting an opportunity here."
"What?" He swallowed as he looked at her.
"We may never get to act out my fantasy, but perhaps there is one of yours that we could." She moved in closer to him.
He contemplated, then he got a wicked grin on his face. "There's one we can act out tonight darling."
"Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight. If you're serious." He pulled her flush across his body resting his hands at the small of her back.
"Um, I'm not sure we have time before the stag/hen party."
"That won't be a problem."
"Why?" She hesitated, sensing his excitement.
"Are you in or not?"
"Depends on the fantasy."
"You'll like it."
"What if I don't?"
"Do you like orgasms?"
"Yes."
"Then you'll like it. Why don't you get ready and I'll tell you about it when we go."
"This is something at the party isn't it."
He said nothing but he eye fucked her before he left to go shower.
"Oh dear Merlin!" Hermione spoke to herself. Well she did say they could do one of his fantasies. She was adventurous. This would be fun, sexy even. She nibbled on her fingernail. She can always say no, if she hates it, she reasoned before pulling out a book to take her mind off the impending night of fun.
—
Draco was freshly washed when he came over to her holding something in his hand.
"Here you go!" He said handing her a pair of normal looking knickers.
"This is your fantasy? To pick out my knickers?" She was confused and frankly a bit let down. Not quite the risky sexy night she had planned.
"Just put them on," he winked buttoning up his shirt.
"Okay…" she put them on and nothing happened.
"Draco? Do you understand what a sex fantasy actually is?" She boldly asked him.
"Oh maybe something like this?" And he tapped his wand against his thigh.
Immediately her knickers started to silently vibrate.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione said, closing her eyes to relish in the pure bliss of vibration against her clit.
Then Draco tapped his wand against his thigh again and the vibration got stronger, pulsing in a repetitive pattern of appeal.
"Mmmm so good, I can't wear these to the party," she spoke.
Draco tapped his wand against his other thigh and the vibration stopped. Hermione glared at him and he laughed.
"Oh sure you can, and if you do, I might even let you come." He conspired, kissing her neck.
"Fine, I'll wear these, but if I say Columba, you must immediately stop the vibrations. I have enough embarrassment around these people without losing control again!"
"Sure thing!" He smiled and zipped up her dress. "We just have to stop by the dinner table to say good bye to my parents."
Bollocks thought Hermione. He was going to make her squirm all night, and she was quite looking forward to it.
She was on edge at the dinner table just waiting for her knickers to start vibrating in front of his parents. She kept nervously looking at him, but he didn't tap his wand even once while they talked. He was toying with her. Keeping her in anticipation and smiling that mischievous grin the whole time.
"Are you alright Hermione?" Asked Narcissa, "you seem a little on edge."
"Oh. Um. No, I'm just fine, just anticipating… the night. Err. The party." She sipped her water quickly.
"Should we set up a portkey for you both for later tonight? I'd really rather you don't get splinched, and with her history I have a feeling you may need one." It was just like Lucius to hide his care of the couple in with an insult.
"Yes father that sounds very responsible. You never know when the tequila might make an appearance."
Lucius smirked into his fire whiskey. He murmured the charm on a handkerchief and handed it to Draco explaining that Draco could activate the charm at the time he wished to come home.
Then the couple joined hands and entered the floo. Hermione didn't see him tap his thigh when he called out the destination but she felt her knickers begin to vibrate as they landed at the club. She clutched his shoulder in excitement and anxiety as they were immediately greeted by guests… with her knickers vibrating!
"Hi Ginny! Pansy." Hermione squeaked out. Hermione was surprised Ginny was invited to this but she supposed Neville was in Harry's wedding party so Daphne extended the invitation out of kindness.
"What exactly is wrong with you?" Pansy observed looking at Hermione's clenched jaw and wide eyes.
Draco tapped his thigh with his wand again speeding up the tempo.
"Yes! Um. Nothing is wrong with me." She lied forcing herself to keep her eyes open.
Ginny surveyed her, "Are you on drugs?"
Draco tapped his wand again changing the pattern of the vibrations.
"Oh! Merlin…no. No. Nothing like that. Just super excited about the party." She grabbed her arms tightly across her chest to keep her from touching herself.
Ginny giggled at Hermione. "Pansy you must know she gets like this sometimes when she's nervous." Pansy nodded her head in understanding.
What? She did not get like this when she was nervous. Did she? Did she get like she was on a verge of an orgasm when she was bloody nervous? I don't think so.
Draco turned off her knickers.
"Ahhh. Motherfucker." She quietly whispered looking across to see Draco's amusement.
"Sorry. Just spotted Astoria." Hermione relaxed her shoulders.
"Oh, yeah well she's under strict instruction not to mess with you tonight." Said Pansy.
"So how does this joint party work?" wondered Ginny
"I think we're just having a normal party with booze and sexy dancers, without it being racy, unfortunately." Pansy frowned in disappointment.
"Yes, I'm disappointed too at the lack of penis in front of me" Hermione joked, causing both girls to laugh.
"Did someone say penis?" Blaise greeted the girls.
"Oh yes, we were just talking about the lack of strippers." Ginny replied to her future brother in law.
"Shame." Agreed Blaise, "Percy is all for the strippers luckily."
"Oh gross!" Ginny swatted him.
"Now Ginevra, it's time you realize what a saucy minx of a brother you have."
"Blaise, I will kill you if you don't stop talking about my brother in front of me."
"Why? You can talk about Neville in front of me," he winked at her, "what's he like in the sack? I admit I have been curious."
Ginny grinned, eager to dish the scoop to Blaise, "well if you must know he's a bit unexpected. Always switching things up, one moment he's a giver, pleasing me over and over with his tongue, and the next thing I know I'm strapped to the bed as he parts my thighs."
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, "I did not need to know that."
The group laughed as they all turned to stare at the Herboligist in question. He looked back at them confused.
"Tell me more!" Blaise grinned.
"Well it's very good. Very very good. Lots of role play, so many of my fantasies fulfilled, if I'm being honest I really want to hear about Hermione and Draco! I know you both finally shagged after the party. Give us something good."
Hermione was crimson. Thinking about Draco and shagging and what was currently happening to her as her knickers started vibrating again.
"I'm way too private to share." She exclaimed. Trying to move on from this subject. It wasn't helping her keep a level head when all she wanted to do was grab the blonde and straddle him at the bar.
"Boo!" Hissed Blaise at her answer.
"Anyway," said Pansy looking pointedly at Ginny, "want to hear about your other
brother?"
"Ahhh! No! Please. Forget I talked about it. Moving on from sexy sharing time." The group laughed again while Hermione clenched her legs tightly to seem impassive.
She was on the brink of orgasm when Draco turned off the knickers.
"I'm going to kill him." Hermione buried her head in her hands.
"Who? Draco?" Pansy asked.
"No. Yes! Um. Never mind. We are just playing a little game, and I seem to be losing and sometimes winning. I'm not sure. Let's go get drinks!" She hurried over to the bar poking her betrothed roughly in the ribs as she passed him.
Draco laughed.
"What was that about?" Harry asked Draco.
"Oh you know Hermione she's always got her knickers in a twist about something." He grinned at her glare from where she overheard him.
"Better you than me mate." Ron replied shaking his head.
The night was maddening for Hermione. He brought her to the brink 5 times over the next two hours. Once was in front of that bint Astoria and Hermione cried out "Columba" so that Draco would turn OFF her britches and keep her from associating that horrid girl with pleasure.
This only caused Astoria to make some pointed reference to Hermione being insane before Hermione ushered her fiancé to the side of the room for a chat.
"In front of Astoria? Really? And WHY EXACTLY won't you let me come!"
Neville was nearby and overheard the last part, awkwardly freezing before excusing himself to find Ginny.
Draco just laughed again.
"You laugh now, Mr. Malfoy." She murmured low against his ear, "but you keep this up and I will tie you naked to a chair for hours before letting you come."
"Is that a threat or a reward Miss Granger?"
"Gah! Stop. You sound like your dad when you call me that."
"Mood killer," He responded gently nipping her ear before walking back to the group of blokes by the bar.
She grinned in spite of herself feeling her heart race again in anticipation.
The final straw was when the dancers came out and Draco turned up the speed to an agonizing level, Hermione covered her eyes again before quickly whisking Draco toward the door shouting, "we are leaving! Happy stag/hen party!"
The other guests were amused.
"What a prude," Astoria said loudly looking back at the dancers.
—
No sooner had they arrived back to their room at the manor than Hermione ripped Draco's shirt off of his body, the buttons scattering over the floor.
"Hey! I love this shirt." He pretended to pout.
"I'll buy you a new one, love." She said sarcastically, claiming his lips with her own.
"You owe me several orgasms," she pushed him down on the floor in front of the fireplace.
"Several you say?" Draco grinned, kissing her neck and biting down hard.
"Ahhh! Yes. Now. Don't tease me any longer."
He turned the knickers on again. This time pinching her nipples through Hermione's bra.
"Tell me what you want Hermione." Draco said, turning up the vibration level as he spoke.
"I want to come. Fuck! Let me come." The tempo increased and Draco bent down to suck on a nipple.
"Say please." He spoke into her breast.
"Please! Please! Please!" She was so close and something explosive had been building all night.
"Come." At that one word she let go and her orgasm shattered into her powerfully. It took almost a whole minute for her to ride out the waves of pleasure.
"Fuck that was good!" She dropped down to pull out his belt.
"Again!" She commanded, rubbing her palm against his erection. He leaned up to kiss her roughly.
"As you wish." He replied, taking her easily to another high. Within no time she had come twice more and they were naked.
He grabbed her head yanking lightly on her hair.
"I love your crazy arse fucking wild hair!" He shouted at her as he finally thrust inside her.
She thrust her breast into his face forcing him to shut the fuck up. And he responded by occupying his mouth with other important matters.
It was hot, it was rough, and Hermione was so about this sexy man. She came around his cock and when he came shouting something against her tit, they both pulled each other's faces up into a brutal kiss.
"I almost pulled you into the bathroom in the club to force you to shag me." Hermione told him.
"I almost let you come in front of all your friends."
She groaned. Then laughed. "Well I'm actually glad you didn't even though it was torture. Thanks for tonight. It was sexy."
He nuzzled her neck, "Merlin you're perfect."
She beamed at him before letting herself close her eyes and drift off into bliss.