Chapter 24

"I'm sorry, but what's boxing day and why would I come over to your place for it?" Hermione asked as she turned to the blonde sitting next to her while she shifted in Theo's lap. They'd snuck off to thirteen to have another romp, but when they'd arrived, they'd found Luna smoking some new concoction with Neville and Hannah that effectively distracted Theo.

"It's the day after Christmas, you know, finish exchanging gifts and relax. Theo, his mum, and the stepfather will be there. As well as the Greengrass family, Pansy's, Potter and his mum, Luna and her parents. You can't miss it, its tradition," Draco said, and when Hermione raised a brow skeptical of what he was saying Draco threw his hands in the air in frustration. "Honestly, does America always royally muck up everything? How do you not know what boxing day is!?"

"Sounds like a made-up thing for you to have an excuse to force me into meeting your parents," Hermione replied, wrapping one of Theo's curls around her finger. "Why are Harry and Lily going? That sounds odd," Hermione mused more to herself than to anyone in particular. "You don't particularly like each other, I can't see you wanting to spend an afternoon with Harry."

"Mum's Pansy's Godmother, so they're automatically invited and since she's openly dating Potter, they got an invite," Draco explained as Theo nipped at Hermione's hand. "He already said you'd be there; this was more or less a formality since you're coming."

"I can assure you," Hermione told the blonde looking back at Theo as his head swayed side to side from the drugs he was using, "I am not going to Malfoy Manor."

"I can't blame you," Luna sighed as she climbed into Neville's lap, straddling his thigh. "The last first time you were there the mad woman tortured you, even carving that awful slur into your arm." Luna let out a sigh as Hannah began sucking on her neck from behind, sandwiching the white-blonde witch between the couple, "I wouldn't want to be around Aunt Bella either if I were you."

"What is she talking about?" Hermione whispered to Draco as he stood, taking her hand and pulling her into his side, leaving Theo where he was. Hermione even glanced down at both her arms, looking for a scar of a slur word that wasn't there. "Is she insane?"

"Not a clue and obviously," Draco murmured, nipping at her ear, palming her arse under her skirt, and giving it a squeeze. "But let's move over to our room, I might enjoy being a voyeur, but I draw the line at watching blood relatives." His fingers grazed her already damp knickers, causing Hermione to gasp as she turned into his lips.

"What about Theo?" She whimpered the question out, just before Draco's long finger slipped inside her core.

"Let him watch, he knows better than to touch anyone but either of us," Draco told her, his fingers playing with her pussy as he led her towards the bedroom. "This way I get to fill you with my cum and he can lick it out later, what do you say about that?"

"Oh, yes please," Hermione cried out as Draco's thumb brushed her clit. Just before she toppled over the edge he stopped, pulling his fingers away from her desperate cunt, denying her the release she was so close to.

"Yes please, who?" Draco purred, his warm breath on her ear making her knees weak.

"Yes please, sir," Hermione begged, wanting to feel Draco filling her again. "Sir, please, I need–"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I know what you need my sweet little witch, but you just look so pretty when you beg." Draco nipped her ear, putting his thumb in her mouth, pulling down. "Hm, one day I'm going to have you spend a whole day with these pretty lips wrapped around my cock, but today I want to hear how loud you can scream when I fill you."

Hermione moaned, her cunt gripping at nothing as she anticipated what was to come. Between Draco and Theo, the two wizards had effectively learned exactly what to say and do to play her body, and make it react exactly as they wanted. Hermione was powerless over her reactions, and frankly, she didn't mind in the slightest at this newest revelation. She'd handed over all the control to her pleasure to her wizards, and they'd yet to leave her disappointed.

When Draco pushed her onto her back on the bed, Hermione felt her arousal pour from her cunt, dripping onto the bed under her. Draco crawled up between her legs, licking her slit, moaning as he did so. "Salazar, you're delicious," he muttered against her lips, "better than anything honeydukes has to offer," he said before licking her again, making Hermione's hips buck.

Draco dipped his fingers inside her again, before pulling them out and licking them clean. "Draco, please," Hermione begged, needing to be filled. His fingers were wonderful, amazing really, but what she craved was his cock and the stretch that only he could give her.

"Say you'll come to boxing day," he muttered against her, licking her slit again. "Say you'll come, and I'll fuck you so full of my cum, it'll take Theo all night to lick you clean."

At the prospect of what he was offering, Hermione found herself powerless to say no. Honestly, how bad could some made up holiday with the Malfoys be? Hermione nodded her head in agreement, but when Draco didn't move, she followed up with the verbal confirmation he was clearly looking for. "I'll go, I swear I'll go, I'll do anything," Hermione cried out, and that must have been what Draco was waiting for because he was on top of her, pushing himself to the hilt inside her passage before she'd even finished her sentence.

"Merlin, you're perfect around my cock, taking it all just like you're made for me." Draco grunted, slapping his hips against her pelvis, pulling out until just his tip remained before plunging himself back in. "I'm going to take you home, and spoil you," he promised.

Hermione didn't fully trust what he was saying, as she'd had numerous people in her life make beautiful promises to her in the past. Her mother saying that she would work less, her father that he would be more involved, none of it ever actually happening, only for Hermione to be left alone and feel the disappointment until she just stopped believing people all together.

But as she looked into the stormy gray eyes above her, as Draco pushed into her, she couldn't help but want to trust him. She knew Draco came from a wealthy family and knew she couldn't comprehend the full extent of what a life being spoiled by him would be like. But when he pushed into her again, filling and stretching her so wonderfully, Hermione couldn't help but let a small part of her hope that he wouldn't let her down too.